He lies on his back and pulls me with him. I almost fall on him, and he laughs. I grab his bare shoulder and start to slide my hand provocatively across his chest. I’m so turned on I'm almost bursting, but he still seems calm and considered in comparison. How does he do that? His face is so close to mine that I can clearly see the sensual desire in his deep blue eyes. He moves slowly: his hand traces along my neck, starts down my chest, and finally glides to rest on my hip. I undo my trouser button and his wandering fingers slither under the lace. I moan, and he smiles at me.
“You’re unbelievably beautiful. I love this here,” he says and wraps my dishevelled ponytail around his wrist. He buries his face in my hair and sighs deeply. “Did you regret it?” He asks, looking searchingly into my
