You take my suitcase from behind me and roll it to the side. ”
“I fit in you perfectly. I whimper as you pull your lips off mine, your fingers still inside me. I shiver from the air conditioning or maybe from your eyes, running up and down my body, taking in every curve, every dimple, every freckle, every mole. I gasp as your middle finger slides slowly along my sopping slit. You take my suitcase from behind me and roll it to the side. Yet here we are, in each other’s arms, making slow, sweet, tender love to each other. I need to be deeper inside you.”
I comply with your wish, moving my legs to your shoulders. I guess we will be having a late dinner.”
“If at all,” I say. “I am very nervous, but I am not going to change my mind.”
I am still smiling and staring blankly at my computer when my phone buzzes. All I can do is smile at you. You shimmy your hips to help your boxers all slide down your legs to the floor.
