She realized tears had begun to fall down her cheeks as her thoughts were interrupted by the buzz of the doorbell. Shepherd. She knew it was him before she opened the door. She rushed into his arms, and he embraced her tightly, kissing the tears from her face. Shepherd made quick work of getting Laurel’s clothes off. Neither seemed able to get close enough to the other. His hands were on her body and running through her hair, pulling her face even closer to his. When Shepherd’s hand slid down to her s*x, he hummed with approval.
“I’m ready for you too, Love,” he said as he picked her up and carried her to the bed.
They made slow, passionate love. Their lips never leaving the other’s body, savoring the taste. Their hands always on each other’s face, chest, ass. He seemed to have every n
