This morning, when I opened my eyes, she was in my arms, breathing softly as she slept. I pulled her to me and kissed her slowly behind the ear, rising higher as I inhaled her lingering scent of gardenia.
She woke with a soft moan, arching against me like the sex kitten she is. I slid my hands up to her full breasts, squeezing and holding them as I drove deep into her core, and she reached back, rocking her body as we moved together like the waves on the sea. She’s amazing, like her body is made for me, and I need to get a grip before I become attached.
As if I have a choice.
When her uncle sent me her fashion spread two years ago, I memorized every line of her body. I couldn’t help myself. Having her in my life seemed impossible to me. We’re on the same planet, but in vastly different worlds.
Still, every time we’re together, our chemistry is undeniable. If only chemistry solved problems. In my experience, it only creates new ones...