Vance
I stare at the beautiful woman in front of me, the taste of her on my lips that I can't help but to keep licking. I only intended on cleaning her, taking care of her. I didn't want to push her. But when she made those noises and the smell of her arousal hit my nose, I couldn't help myself. Now I am searching her face for any regret of what I have done. When I see none, I can't help but climb up between her legs, bend to lean over her and putting both my arms on either side of her, caging her in. My lips barely a hair's breadth away from hers. This may be the defining moment of how this goes. Because if she closes the distance, I will lose myself. The amount of self-restraint I'm already using is more than I ever have in all, and I do mean all my years on the earth, or even any other
