“Oh, please, I’m in sweats and an old T-shirt.”
“Doesn’t matter,” he replied with a shrug. I rested my head against his thigh, breathing him in, letting the weight of what we had just begun to settle over me. My body responded instantly, wrapping around him, holding him close as he began to move, slow and deliberate at first, savoring every reaction, every moan, every plea. And then, in one smooth, deliberate motion, he pulled my head back, the suddenness making me gasp for air, my mouth instinctively staying open as his body gave in to its need. My body, now centered on the bed, felt weightless under his control. “I don’t know how we got here, but I know I’m not letting go.”
I swallowed hard, his words wrapping around me like a promise.
