Emily's pov
"Ahh," I gasped as I fall on Bryson's bare chest, breathing as harshly as he did while he slip out of me.
"That was," I whispered, my heart soaring as my fingers played on his sweaty chest.
"Amazing. " He breathed out, his chest rising and falling quickly under my head as he tried to catch his breath.
"It keeps getting better." He groaned, his fingers weaving through my tresses as I press my cheek where his heart beat.
We were now on the picnic cloth he placed on the grass blades.
I nod, agreeing with him as I too try to haul the air into my lungs after that steamy session with him.
If my belly and not grumbled, I believe we would have gone for the third round.
Who would've thought s*x would work up such an appetite?
My fingers played over his creamy flesh where the su
