I explore his glorious body, my fingers drifting over to the tattoo on his flank. I remember when I first saw it, and I knew it meant more than meets the eye—just like him. Our relationship seems to have never strayed far from his thoughts. And that fact warms not only my body but my heart as well.
His abs ripple as I stroke over the hardened flesh. His pleasure has me venturing farther down. I unsnap the button on his jeans, biting my lip when I slowly lower his zipper. I’m nervous, so damn nervous when I reach into his boxer briefs. But when I feel his hot, hard length, my wanton need steadily replaces those nerves.
He grunts, breaking our kiss to savor the feel of me reacquainting myself with his body. Bashful at first, I struggle with where to put my hands, but when he pulsates in my
