Completely Yours
The motel was small and unassuming, but the room was surprisingly clean — a big bed with fresh white sheets, soft afternoon light filtering through the heavy curtains, and a decent-sized bathroom with a shower.
The second the door clicked shut behind us, he pulled me against him and kissed me properly. Slow. Deep. Thorough. Like he had all the time in the world.
His hands roamed over my body as he walked me backward toward the bed, unbuttoning my school shirt with patient fingers. I did the same to him, pushing his hoodie and t-shirt off so I could feel the warm, hard planes of his chest.
We took our time undressing each other — kissing, touching, exploring. When my bra fell away, he cupped