"Mmmm, I love it," I comment, and his hand surprises mine by placing itself on.
"Like this," he says, guiding my hand to his intimacy. I look into his eyes as he teaches my hand touching him. He is so hot that I could say the whole planet is on fire.
I bite my lips when I see that his other hand opens the shirt I'm wearing and plays with my breasts "you're going to kill me," I confess.
"I've been dreaming of you for many nights," he confesses, somewhat agitated.
I have dreamed of him, too, but I prefer to show him what I have dreamed of rather than tell him.
Without Lucas expecting it, I find myself practically sitting on him with my legs on either side of his body and with my intimacy touching his. "You have also appeared to me in my dreams," I confess, taking off my shirt.
Lucas sm
