IVAN SMITH
In the eight months Stela and I had been living together, I tried to control myself and not push her too far in bed. I patiently taught her how I liked things, but all my self-control flew out the window when I came out of the bathroom and saw her dressed like that.
Stela had never taken the initiative like she was doing now, and as soon as she ran her tongue over her lips, I lost control completely. I attacked her with a kiss full of desire.
She didn't allow it when I tried to remove her tiny nightgown.
I looked at her, puzzled by her intentions, and then she, like a woman possessed, ripped off my towel and threw me onto the bed. She quickly climbed on top of me, kissing my lips and then my neck.
I admit that I was both surprised and excited.
I tried to take control of th
