8
Denise fought against her own worst instincts as they returned to MHA’s base. It was lunchtime and her body was hungry. Breakfast had been…forgotten. She hadn’t wanted to waste a second of her time with Vern on something as mundane as food.
With him being of a similar mind, they hadn’t. So, except for the empty stomach, her body felt glorious. Over the last eighteen hours, Vern had paid special attention to every single inch of her. She had been quite overwhelmed by her own desire to do the same with him.
Denise had never explored a man’s body before. Oh, she’d enjoyed them, mostly. But she’d never explored how a man’s skin shivered when she brushed her hair over it. Or how he sighed when she cupped and held him, nothing much else required until he was writhing beneath her touch. Or t
