25: Unexpected pleasure

*Ben*

I am reluctant to admit that I might never have enough of simply kissing her. The way her luscious mouth moves beneath mine, how it welcomes me, how it has me anticipating her womanhood welcoming and closing around my cock. Because I want her so desperately, I fight to curb my body’s aching needs, refusing to give in too quickly to the temptation of her. But before the night is done, I plan to know her in every way possible.

She is remarkably beautiful, every inch of her is flawless. She could bring any man she wanted to his knees. Which is why I vow here and now to never go to my knees for her.

Breathing harshly, I tear my mouth from hers, plowing my fingers into the thick silken strands of her hair, and begin removing the pins.

Gasping for breath, she says. “It would have been easier if you’d done that whilst standing”.

“I didn’t want anything to obstruct my view”. I comb her hair out over the pillows, the glorious red in stark contrast to the pristine white. All the while