Sweet Caress

Anne

He kept himself up with his knees on both sides of me, and in one fluid movement, pulled his shirt off, exposing the rippling muscles of his arms, shoulders, and abdomen. I gulped. Hard!

He had tiny beads of sweat running down his chest. I reached out and stopped one of them, earning myself a moan from him.

“Anny,” he breathed, straightening on top of me. He held up most of his weight with his left elbow, then used his right hand to softly stroke my cheek. I don’t know if my eyes mirrored his, but the intensity of his gaze had my whole body reaching boiling point. I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him ferociously. He returned it with the same vigor, running his right arm all over my body.

He grabbed my left boob and squeezed gently. That single action had my knees vibrating. I bit my lower lip to satiate the painful throb of my hardened nipples, arching my back to press it against his naked chest. But my stupid gown and underwear were impeding it. I wanted more. I need