The Heat

Now sitting on my upper thighs with her arms dangling at her sides, she gazed into my eyes and grinned.

“We’re together, right?”

Somewhat confused, and still reeling from a whirlwind of emotions, I pressed my elbows into the bed until my shoulders lifted slightly from the comforter. “Say again?”

“You and me? We’re together, right?” she said as she began to fumble nervously with the bottom of her tee shirt.

“Oh, yeah. Absolutely,” I nodded.

“No one else?” she said.

“No. Hell no, I want you to know…”

She leaned forward and pressed her index finger against my lips. “Shhh. That’s all I needed to know. Lean back.”

She lifted her shirt over her head, unclasped her bra, and tossed both on the floor beside the bed. As my cock continued to test the tensile strength of the cotton fabric of my sweats, I watched as she gripped the waistband and pulled them to my thighs. As my cock popped out of the sweats and stood at full attention, she shifted her eyes from my face to my cock, and back.

“Wow,”