The first time I met Nicolas, I knew instantly that I wanted him. But Stella had beat me to it, and has been doing that every single time. This weekend though, I am winning. No matter how short our last time together would be, the thought that I was able to get him to myself for a whole weekend was more than enough for me. And maybe, just maybe, I would finally be able to move on.
As I pulled off my dress, and stood completely naked before Nicolas, he lets out a loud breath as his eyes lingered on the swell of my full breasts, my curvaceous hips, perfect for the rough touch of his hands, and finally, the V that dipped between my closed legs. I was already dripping just from the way he looked at me. From the look in his eyes, I could tell he had missed having me. He missed the feel of bein
