Emma's POV
The moment we reached his room, he pulled me onto the bed and made me lie on him. A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I began placing kisses on his face while he grabbed my ass and squeezed it with his hands. I giggled at his touch and went further to play with his well-trimmed beard. I love the way it feels so soft under my fingers.
“Have you ever thought of taking it off?” I asked, still caressing his beard. “No, I have never thought of that. Do you want me to?” He asked, but I shook my head. “No, of course not,” I stated firmly. Having a beard was one of my favorite things about his face.
He chuckled and pulled my face to his, slamming his lips against mine. I deepened the kiss and released a soft moan when I felt his hand working its way to my breasts. He took out my breast
