Then her smile fades and she touches my lips, tracing the outline with the tip of a finger. Her glorious eyes stay fixed on mine, wide and wild and green. “We’ll figure it out between us.”
Her top is falling open where I unfastened the top button. I slip open the second and the third, then the last and she shrugs it away, letting it fall to the carpet. Her shoulders are clothed by the wealth of her copper hair, and her breasts are pale, tipped by gold, heavy in my hand. As I caress her, she sighs then reaches for the hem of my pyjama top, lifting it up and over and off.
She’s naked to the waist. I tug at her bottoms. “Take them off.”
She dimples. “You too,” she whispers. “Fair’s fair.” As I strip, her eyes drop below my waist. “You’re ready for this then?”
“Mitch, you have no idea how
