Taking Care of Her

Dana

"Clean it up." I slid my fingers into his hair and closed my eyes at the sound of his dark chuckle. He was so proper outside of the bedroom, convincing everyone around him that he had rules that he intended to keep, but that wasn't the real him. This was.

He tugged my panties to the side and ran his tongue over my sensitive skin before pulling at my clit playfully with his lips.

A groan ripped from me as my legs began to tremble.

"On the bed, sweet girl." He moved back before standing up and pulling his t-shirt over his shoulders. "You're tired. Let me take good care of you."

I nodded and walked to the bed as I pulled my dress over my head. The white cotton panties and bra I had on were all I had left in my drawer that morning, but at least they matched.

"On your back." He worked his jeans over his taut hips and moved toward me with nothing but his black briefs clinging to his perfect body. Lean muscle covered every inch of him, and a small spray of black hair covered his chest a