I waited, naked, on the bed for him

His kisses could be soft and passionate or demanding and forceful, depending on the mood. Just the thought of him made me want to drop whatever I was doing and have mad hot sex with him.

I slid my hand down over my mound and softly stroked my pussy. I slowly parted my labia and spread the moisture over my clit. I was so wet, my fingers slid between my lips and easily slipped inside me.

I heard his knock at the door. When I opened it, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. My heart began to race. I felt the warmth of his breath on my cheek as he planted kisses on my face. I trembled as he enveloped me in his arms. He pressed himself against me as he kneaded my buttocks.

I unzipped his fly and shoved his jeans to the floor. He watched our profiles in the... Read More