Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl.
She finds him in the library. French literature aisle.
The book he is holding flies in the air as she clings to his neck.
Her lips smear teasingly over his and he is won forever.
His hands wander over her frail body as she pulls him down to the wooden floor.
She straddles his waist with her legs offering – demanding - to be possessed.
The small piece of satin is ripped off and her entire body arches as he explores her hidden secrets with his greedy fingers.
Faster than he can think she has his pants down. She motions to be pleased.
He obeys burying himself into her, turning their bodies into one.
They explode into smoldering fragments of pleasure, holding on each other not to drown.
She leaves giggling away. He lies there struggling to recover.
Thank you.