Willow

I started to object, but he pressed himself against me, and suddenly all I could think about was the prospect of getting to explore that body in detail, the one that I’d dreamed about touching every night. His muscles were hard, as I took my time dragging my fingers through every groove and channel as he slowly started to strip in the living room.

I felt like a born-again virgin. Every part of him was so well defined. It was even sexier now in the flesh and not covered with his shirt and tie. This was the real strength, potent and dangerous. I loved the way his body tensed at those brief moments of contact. I assumed he was almost as ready to explode as I was. I spun him around, and teased him, brushing my breasts across his skin while my hands cupped his ass, because I was naked in his bedroom and I wanted complete control. He tried to take me in the living room, like a hungry wolf. I refused, and he carried me up the stairs like a caveman ready to take me.

His ass was tight and per