obvious we were both thinking the same thing. I wanted to feel her small body underneath mine, to take her and feel the warmth I was so familiar with. I wanted to let myself go, to fall into her all over again.
But I couldn’t—not yet anyway.
But shit, it was hard.
“I’m going to shower.” I disappeared into the bathroom without looking at her. Seeing her sit on my bed wearing her shorts was making me lose my manners. Her long legs didn’t escape my notice. I wanted them to wrap around my waist, her quiet moans accompanying it.
I needed a cold shower—definitely cold.
After I washed my body and cleared my thoughts, I stepped out and dried off. I pulled on my boxers then headed back into the bedroom. She was standing in front of my dresser, wearing a black thong and a matching lacy bra. She pulled out a shirt then examined it.
Fuck.
My eyes immediately went to her chest. Her tits were round and perky, just the right size to my preference. They were small, but they were firm with tinted nipples. Compared to her small waist, they were voluptuous.
I averted my gaze when my cock enlarged.
Fuck.
She pulled the shirt on without looking at me, letting it reach her knees. It was practically a burlap sack on her.
Thank god her curves were hidden—but not her legs. I loved those damn things.
She slid into the bed and pulled the sheets over her. “I love your bed…”
“Comfy?”
“The most comfortable bed in the world.”
I moved beside her then wrapped my body around hers. “Does that have anything to do with me?”
“Maybe,” she said playfully.
“I hope it has everything to do with it.” My mouth was close to her ear. I spooned her from behind and pulled her body tight against me. My hard-on was pressed against her backside but there was nothing I could do to tame it. Having the most gorgeous woman in the world in my bed wasn’t exactly calming.
We lay still and said nothing. I listened to her even breathing in the darkness, wondering what she was thinking. My thoughts were in the gutter. Were hers? I wanted to feel her naked body against mine while I kissed her. I shouldn’t be intimate with her, not yet. It would give her the impression that everything was perfectly okay when it wasn’t. But I wanted some intimacy with her.
I pressed my lips against her neck and trailed kisses to her throat. She tasted delicious, and she smelled just like she always did. She moved slightly against me, rubbing against my cock. A quiet moan escaped her lips and then she gripped my thigh.
Keira turned into me, exposing her mouth. My lips crushed against hers and breathed my warm breaths into her mouth. Her lips were soft and tasted like honey. The arousal shot through me and I pulled her on her back, moving over her. Her legs wrapped around my waist, yanking me to her. My lips sucked hers, giving her purposeful and precise kisses. I was shaking because I wanted her so much. I missed this. I missed being with her in this way. It was the best and most profound way for me to show how much I loved her. I never kissed anyone like this. No girl had slept in my bed. And I never made love to someone before. Just her.
Her hands moved up my naked chest, feeling the grooves of the hard muscle. Her fingers felt every crevasse and valley. She moved to my shoulders and gripped me like she might fall.
My hand moved to her hip on its own and I grabbed her thong. Then I yanked it down her legs. Her eyes lit up in desire while I dragged it down. When it was free, she grabbed my boxers and yanked them off.
I wanted to see all of her, not letting her hide under my shirt. I pulled it off then unclasped her bra with one hand with the experience of a man who had done this more times than I could count. When I saw her naked body under me, my spine shivered. My lips immediately moved to her right hip, kissing the wide curve. She had birthing hips, the body of a real woman. She moaned while she felt my
But I couldn’t—not yet anyway.
But shit, it was hard.
“I’m going to shower.” I disappeared into the bathroom without looking at her. Seeing her sit on my bed wearing her shorts was making me lose my manners. Her long legs didn’t escape my notice. I wanted them to wrap around my waist, her quiet moans accompanying it.
I needed a cold shower—definitely cold.
After I washed my body and cleared my thoughts, I stepped out and dried off. I pulled on my boxers then headed back into the bedroom. She was standing in front of my dresser, wearing a black thong and a matching lacy bra. She pulled out a shirt then examined it.
Fuck.
My eyes immediately went to her chest. Her tits were round and perky, just the right size to my preference. They were small, but they were firm with tinted nipples. Compared to her small waist, they were voluptuous.
I averted my gaze when my cock enlarged.
Fuck.
She pulled the shirt on without looking at me, letting it reach her knees. It was practically a burlap sack on her.
Thank god her curves were hidden—but not her legs. I loved those damn things.
She slid into the bed and pulled the sheets over her. “I love your bed…”
“Comfy?”
“The most comfortable bed in the world.”
I moved beside her then wrapped my body around hers. “Does that have anything to do with me?”
“Maybe,” she said playfully.
“I hope it has everything to do with it.” My mouth was close to her ear. I spooned her from behind and pulled her body tight against me. My hard-on was pressed against her backside but there was nothing I could do to tame it. Having the most gorgeous woman in the world in my bed wasn’t exactly calming.
We lay still and said nothing. I listened to her even breathing in the darkness, wondering what she was thinking. My thoughts were in the gutter. Were hers? I wanted to feel her naked body against mine while I kissed her. I shouldn’t be intimate with her, not yet. It would give her the impression that everything was perfectly okay when it wasn’t. But I wanted some intimacy with her.
I pressed my lips against her neck and trailed kisses to her throat. She tasted delicious, and she smelled just like she always did. She moved slightly against me, rubbing against my cock. A quiet moan escaped her lips and then she gripped my thigh.
Keira turned into me, exposing her mouth. My lips crushed against hers and breathed my warm breaths into her mouth. Her lips were soft and tasted like honey. The arousal shot through me and I pulled her on her back, moving over her. Her legs wrapped around my waist, yanking me to her. My lips sucked hers, giving her purposeful and precise kisses. I was shaking because I wanted her so much. I missed this. I missed being with her in this way. It was the best and most profound way for me to show how much I loved her. I never kissed anyone like this. No girl had slept in my bed. And I never made love to someone before. Just her.
Her hands moved up my naked chest, feeling the grooves of the hard muscle. Her fingers felt every crevasse and valley. She moved to my shoulders and gripped me like she might fall.
My hand moved to her hip on its own and I grabbed her thong. Then I yanked it down her legs. Her eyes lit up in desire while I dragged it down. When it was free, she grabbed my boxers and yanked them off.
I wanted to see all of her, not letting her hide under my shirt. I pulled it off then unclasped her bra with one hand with the experience of a man who had done this more times than I could count. When I saw her naked body under me, my spine shivered. My lips immediately moved to her right hip, kissing the wide curve. She had birthing hips, the body of a real woman. She moaned while she felt my
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