"Can I please hear it again?" Her nose trailed up my neck while she purred in my arms.
"Please tell me how much you love me." Her lips kissed my neck before her usual gentle bites began. "Please. Please just say it one more time."
We were in our suite.
Her hands were all over me and my hands were all over her. It was difficult to tell where her limbs began and where mine ended in all our caresses. I finally had to put a hand on her neck and make her stop with all this teasing.
I made her tilt her head up and immediately kissed her.
Before I knew it, I had somehow helped her into my lap. One hand was filled with her behind and the other hand was already inside her top so I could touch her soft skin all I wanted.
Can life be any better than this?
Can life be any better than making out
