STay
My thighs clench as I stroke my fingers over the hot length.
I've missed this so much.
Impatiently, he pushes the thick denim material down his hips and thighs before kicking it away. His hands settle on the elastic band at my waist, and before I can suck in a breath, the leggings are yanked down, pulled away, and tossed aside.
Now that most of our clothing has been shed, we stare at each other for a long heartbeat. He's still in his boxers and I'm in nothing more than my panties.