Chapter 12: Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies -Aristotle

Sophia

              I observe Micah’s sleeping form and run my hands across his chest, feeling the tautness of his sinewy skin beneath my fingers. He looks even more rugged in his sleep. His long lashes rest becomingly over his carved cheekbones. His lips are plump and firm, and his body is etched with firm muscle and sinew.  Rising up to straddle his waist, I rest my hands on his tattooed shoulders, grind my hips over his engorged cock, and slide my wet heat around him. Micah groans in his sleep when I slide my tight, velvety pussy up and down his stiff shaft and groan as pleasurable waves of heat crawl up my spine. A hiss escapes my lips as the friction his hardness creates a blazing fire inside of me. Micah’s hands wrap around my waist, and his lusty eyes open with pleasure as the heady sensations my tight walls create rush through his body.

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