"Sorry!" Martin says after we stop kissing and he rests his forehead on mine.
"No need to be." This time, I'm the one who starts the kiss.
Martin pulls me to sit on his lap, and I sit without protest.
He lowers one hand to my butt, and with the other, he holds the back of my neck, guiding our kiss. I start to move on his lap, already feeling his rigid member rubbing against my panties, which, at this moment, I wish I wasn’t wearing.
I begin unbuttoning his shirt, running my hands down his abdomen. He starts kissing my neck, and my whole body shivers at the touch of his warm lips on my skin. I close my eyes, savoring each of his touches on my body. He holds the zipper of my dress at the back, and since I don’t protest, he slowly lowers it. The straps of my dress fall off my shoulders. M
