Candice and I were in the mood for some serious lovemaking. Our relationship had gone to the next level—she spent more and more time at my apartment and I was close to asking her to move in. There’s nothing nicer than sharing your life with someone you trust.
I’d just finished stripping her out of her clothes. She lay on her back, her luscious breasts spread out, her areolas the darkest I’ve ever seen against her honey-colored skin. She had a wiry thatch of pubic hair she only neatened occasionally and there was nothing I loved more than to run my fingers through the coarseness of it, tugging until she shrieked with laughter.
The hair on her head, though, was so curly people thought she’d had a tight perm. Long and shinny, it fell over her face and down her back, cascading over her shoul
