This was one of the best mornings of my twenty years of existence. Me and Natalia—on the bed together. We'd only been up for about fifteen minutes and were now curled up under a blanket, kissing soft, wet, smacking sounds and making out with each other while lust hung in the air. We're both naked.
We took a bath together last night, but we didn't get dressed immediately. Everything started when I felt her kisses on my bare shoulders while towel-drying my hair. She strung kisses around my neck like cool pearls on a string. I had no choice but to turn and allow our mouths to meet as her hands found their way to my breasts, my hips, and all over my body. She pressed herself against me, and I welcomed it. And that was it—we both fell on the bed and started making love.
I've been gone from Ho
