Chapter 80: The Virgin´s Summer, Part 31, And Yet...

Michael settles between my thighs, kissing my neck, hands running over my face.

"And yet, here we are?" I ask.

He raises himself on an elbow, looking down at me, his lips pressed together, and gives a small nod of acknowledgement. "And yet, here we are..." He stoops to kiss me.

"Michael, if what I feel for you isn´t love, I don´t have a label for it."

He raises himself again, his brilliantly blue eyes gazing into mine, soft, semi-lidded. He strokes my face. "That´ll do." And he bends to kiss me, opening his mouth over mine.

My pussy responds to him, running warm to his touch, and as he presses himself inside me, I welcome him in. With a series of short, gasping breaths, I arch, raising my hips to meet him. He thrusts forwards slowly, in slow strokes, easing in, coating himself in my honey, before gradually, smoothly, he sheathes himself inside me.

Almost in slow motion, he takes me, loving me with his body, his cock kissing me inside.

I don´t cum. In my current state of