He’s on top of me, touching, but I don’t feel close enough to him so I reach behind him and tug his shirt up and he helps me guide it off of him and immediately returns to my chest. The feel of his skin pressed against mine adds a new level to my desire, causing me to arch my back and press myself up into him, squeezing my thighs together for some sort of relief.
Seth smirks a knowing smirk against my skin and, with one last bite, he releases me and sits up, moving to untie and remove his shoes and socks, and then mine. He’s on his knees looking down at me and gently shakes his head in disbelief.
“You’re so perfect, Molly,” he says and reaches down to unbutton my jeans. I lift my hips as he slides them down, moving them so slowly I’m not sure I can handle it.
“Seth… I…” I need so
