As John spoke of blessings, Larry grappled with his own desires, temptations cloaked in darkness, yearning for the light of day. Her fingers played with the strings from her cutoff shorts, an unconscious echo of the nervous energy coursing through her. “Tell me Larry. Larry swallowed hard, his eyes momentarily tracing the contours before he caught himself. I want it all. When he reached her ass, he kissed each cheek until he had covered them both with kisses, He then spread them apart and she stiffened before relaxing. She straddled him, her weight a grounding force, as if anchoring him to the present. Her mind raced, images unfurling—Larry, vulnerable and trusting, entwined with Erin in the throes of exploration. Cheyenne’s pulse hammered in her ears, each beat marking the seconds of vulnerability they both shared. “Uh-huh,” he managed, the words barely more than a rasp. As she passed by him, the subtle scent of her perfume lingered in the air, an aromatic whisper that teased at Larry’s senses. Seeing you come back to life, breaking free from the shadows—you have no idea how happy that makes me.
