When I fully came back to myself, we were kissing. The kisses were soft, wet and wanting. My hands were rubbing all over his body, exploring it like I’d never done before. His body was truly a work of art, born of hard work and determination, every muscle honed for strength and power.
We were panting in each other's mouths; it was like we couldn’t get enough. His hands were on my face, over my scalp; touching me everywhere he could just as I was doing with him.
Eventually, our kisses slowed to a halt. He pulled back and simply stared. I stared back. There was a lot of fascination in his look that I’m sure mirrored mine. I’d never seen his face look so open before. His eyes dipped and followed the trajectory of his hand on my chest. The hand slowly trailed down and ran through the release
