It slams shut behind us when my toes eagerly hook the edge and shove it closed. I'm laughing, breathless as he lays me on the bed, body hovering over me. I release him long enough to run my fingers through his hair, to stroke his cheeks in a sudden lull of passion. I just want to look at him, admire his beauty.
And then he kisses me and the lull surges into need so powerful I feel an animal rising inside me.
My feet hook his waistband and shove his jeans from his hips, catching the edge of his underwear with my right big toe. Miller wriggles, the tip of him eager and quivering as he shakes himself loose from the confining fabric. I stroke him softly once before he bends to nip at my ear.
Leaves me a moment. I'm panting, jerking off my underwear, pulling my dress over my head, just wanti
