His hands are everywhere, his lips are discovering, wandering, searching every nook of my fragile body, and somehow some parts of my brain are more than awake with what he’s doing to me while the other parts are hazy and everything's becoming harder to remember: place and time.
He massages my inner thighs and I instinctively wrap my legs around his thighs like I've done several times before. He's kissing me gingerly, small, moist kisses on the neck, and, all of a sudden, everything is becoming blurry. He's on top of me, kissing me, his hands are in my hair, and are caressing my neck and making me feel absolutely high.
Later, when he’s done enough and I’m in a frenzy of emotions, he picks me up and takes us to our bed, where he makes love to me like he’s the one who rightly should.
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