His reservations were finally gone and he seemingly took great pleasure in quickly hooking his fingers around the waistband of my pyjama pants and tugging them down. I didn’t want to risk him changing his mind again, so most of the foreplay I enjoyed so much last time would have to be skipped. Besides, I could feel his c**k against my leg through his sweatpants. He clearly didn’t need it either.
Going from not feeling him at all anymore to this level of desire was enough to make my mind spin. There were still a thousand questions left to be answered and a thousand more stories to be told, but all of that came second to him. His kisses, his hands roaming my body, his scent all around me. He was everything to me in this moment and I revelled in the feeling of being his sole focus as well.
