Christian's tongue strokes mine between our hot breaths.
Trying to leave the vinyard was a struggle with everyone wanting a goodbye
hug and many people sending knowing winks and snarky comments.
My back is pressed against the front door as I fumble with Christian's tie.
Before long, it's on the ground and he pulls away to pick me up bridal style
and rush up the stairs.
I continue kissing his neck as he does this. We've been celibate a whole 35
hours waiting for this moment and with my increased hormones, I'm more than
ready for him.
When we reach our room, he slams the door with a kick and drops me on the
bed, climbing over me after removing his jacket.
"I need you NOW," I rasp so that he knows not to try any foreplay tonight.
His buttons are so difficult to undo, so befor
