28. Drowning in love and desire

Kemy

I couldn’t say I didn’t miss it too. To feel his weight over me, his touches, his kisses and his hardness pressing against my thigh and making my body melt for him. My blood became molten lava as warm moisture was already gathering in the juncture between my thighs: my body was already ready to receive him. No, it was eager, feverish to have him inside, my inner walls were clenching around nothing, missing being filled by his thing. 

He pressed his lips on mine, and I licked his bottom lip, but before I could kiss him properly, his tongue invaded my mouth; he nibbled my bottom lip and sucked it slowly, taking control of the kiss, making my body mushy and my mind hazy. He pulled the hem of my dress up and I jerked my hips , helping him to remove my dress and place it under me. 

He took his shirt off and I couldn’t stop looking at his strong chest; it had some hair, which only made it look more manly