“You shouldn’t,” she practically whispered, but I could see she wanted me, wanted me to touch and feel her.
The towel fell open, exposing her like a budding flower. My eyes were fixed on her while she sat there, naked before me. My hand reached out to cup a breast. Slowly I lowered my head and licked at her n****e. She was breathing hard and it took all my willpower not to throw her on the floor and ravish her.
I peeled my dress off over my head and she saw my nakedness before her, knew I’d had every intention of making love to her tonight. Her eyes swept over me, over my breasts and down to my mound, void of hair and aching for her touch.
I then fell to my knees before her. I gently touched her knees and parted them. I pulled her slightly off the couch so she was sitting more on the ed
