My secret lover
His voice was gentle, and he kissed my collarbone, the desire growing below.
"I just don't have much experience in this," I confessed, my fingers playing on his abs. "I've only been with one person, so..."
"Shhh!" he placed his finger on my lips. "I told you it's okay, Mia. You're great, and I can wait. We can stop here."
"No." I raised my hands to his face, looking into his beautiful eyes, his well-groomed beard, his furrowed forehead. The man I was loving. "That's not an option. Make me yours. And you don't have to be gentle."