Will you?” he asked still working his
kisses on her neck his hands begin to move to the curve of her waist,
his thumb gently kneading across her belly. Finding a soft grassy spot he sat down drawing her down to
him. His hands moving
further down, reaching the edge of her skirt he traces the line across
her thigh, the tips of his fingers moving just under the fabric to feel
the warm skin of her thighs. It was hard for her to stand still as he teased
her with his lips. His groans were all she needed to know
that she was having the same effect on him that he had on her. Reaching up he ran
his wet fingers across her bottom lip, allowing her to taste the desire
he had created in her. His thrust became more intense as he moved within her
tight nest. So here I sit all alone. He smiles as she squirms against him “be still.” His tone was commanding
yet still soft and understanding.
