Erica
I was trembling from my orgasm as I leaned toward him, my hands braced on his shoulders as I put all my weight on him, wanting nothing but to slide down into his lap, to have his arms around me. It was probably the rush of endorphins taking such nonsense, because why else would I want his arms around me. But before I could act on my own desire, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me down only to turn me around so my back was to him as he arranged me on the table with my arse now facing him.
I was still in the clutches of the pleasurable tingles that were coursing through my body that I didn't think what he wanted when he slid his hands beneath my dress and flipped the material over my waist, baring my arse. His hands felt too good on my skin to think about anything else.
