My eyes were only for Kiema as Ransom shucked his boxers. I'd seen the man naked more times than I could count. Eh. Still not my cuppa.
The long luscious lines of Kiema, though? Those I could get lost in for days. The honey of her skin beckoned me.
Ransom sat up against my headboard, a hiss as the cold metal touched his back. He pulled my new favorite dessert into his arms. Their fingers intertwined, a measure to keep her from touching me before I was ready. He locked his legs over hers, a sort of bracer to keep her legs spread, her cunt open for me, whatever I chose to do with it.
Her pupils dilated as Ransom got her locked down.
She really did like this.
With Ten's help, I could now identify the smell of our Mate. So much fuller bodied than simple berries and amber. I could smel
