Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Days turn to weeks, and weeks blur into months, and we get caught up in a routine. Wake up, go to work, come home. Force ourselves to work out, have dinner, then pour ourselves into bed. Rinse and repeat. But when I’m with him, time stands still. It waits for us. As if nothing could be more important than the space we share. It’s like we could fall back through time.
I walk into his bedroom to find him already in bed. His body is beautifully sculpted but tense. The monotonous routine has taken its toll, and he’s in need of release. The soft cotton night dress I’m wearing brushes against the tops of my knees as I near the side of his bed. His gaze has tracked me since I entered, but he hasn’t moved. Always so patient. He savors the details. My hands rest over his pecs as my left leg swoops over his hips in slow motion to straddle him.
Fall Back
His hands graze up over the outside of my thighs. Slipping under the cotton of my night dress as he caresses over my panties. The full coverage back of my thin panties is pulled up between my cheeks as he kneads my ass. I can’t help but smile as I tilt forward to kiss him.
Our lips meet, and nothing else matters. There’s nothing on tomorrow’s schedule that could be more important than the taste of his lower lip or the feel of his breath against my skin. His big hands gather the material of my dress, and he pulls it up over my head. Chris loves to undress me. Slowly peeling off the layers of my clothing to reveal the gift that my body is. Once my night dress is off, his hands smooth up my back to push me closer to him. His mouth seeks the tops of my breasts, and his fingers work to unhook the clasp at my back.
My need for him soaks through my panties, and my body rocks against his straining cock, still trapped in his briefs. While he frees my tits, my hands cradle the back of his neck. I love the way his hairline feels against my lips as I kiss his temple and pant his name. I flinch when he nibbles over my nipple through the lace of my bra. I could beg him to hurry, I could plead for him to fill my pussy because I feel like I’ll combust if he doesn’t, but there are no words for me to utter as he takes his time to explore my body.
Does he really alter time, or is it just daylights savings?
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357