ARTHUR
“Wait… wait, wait.” She muttered, pushing at my chest as soon as I dropped her into the mattress. It took the entirety of my strength to move back as she’d requested, and I stared into her eyes, waiting for her to speak.
My body shook with desire, but I waited. Her cheeks were flushed with heat and her eyes droopy with lust, and I still hovered above her, silently waiting.
“We can’t do this. Whatever this is.” She said. I clenched my jaw and looked down at her, freezing when I saw that her bra had slipped, and her baby pink areolas were staring right back at me.
I didn’t know how long I looked. Everything about her looked and felt brand new. It didn’t matter how much I’d touched her before. This was different. I never wanted to stop touching her.
“Arthur.” She called out after
