Mia felt the pressure from Dean’s body weight as he buried his face in her long black hair. She felt his chest heaved against hers. Sweat pooled between her breasts. Before long, the intense heat between them gave way to a pleasurable cooling wetness.
Dean kissed Mia softly on her lips repeatedly and whispered in a low voice, "This is better than what I imagine..."
Mia chuckled, “Really? You’ve imagined this with me?”
“Yeah. Almost every day, Mia.” Dean smiled back, “Since I met you. Truly.” He kissed Mia's neck, “Now, you’re mine.”
“Someone is possessive…” Mia chuckled awkwardly.
Dean lifted his head to look at Mia, “Well, you are...” Soft kisses landed on Mia’s lips before he whispered, “Will you be my girl?”
"What about the other girls?" Mia asked thinking about the gorgeous Ana.
