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We walked over to the comforters in the center of the room. She sat down and signaled me to do the same. "I'm sorry for forcing this on you." She stated in a timid voice

"What do you have to be sorry for? You've done nothing wrong. Wanting your companion to be with you is nothing to apologize for."

I laid back on the bedding. Her dainty form fell beside me. I looked at her watching her again. She was beautiful, beyond anything I could wish for.

"So I have something to tell you Natty."

"Yeah, what's that?"

"I have been thinking about what you were going to do tonight; all day."


"You have topped my expectations."

"Well, I'm glad. I wanted it to be like that"

Her hand went to my forehead brushing the few strands to the side. "I don't think you should though" Her hand drifted to my chest.

"And why is that?"

"Cause..." Her fingers started to unbutton my shirt "you'll have to top this one again..." the last button was released. Her fingers traced all the way up my abdomen resting on my throat.

I took her hand with mine and rolled her over. Her gaze at me was strong and urgent. She knew that I would be with her tonight. She wanted it to be immediate. I kissed her slender neck; she inclined it allowing me more access space. I took her hands and pressed them above her, holding her down. My lips met hers. This wasn't a soft kiss of temperance; this was hard, hunger for passion. My tongue ran along her lips hoping to gain admittance, to taste her. She warranted it and our tongues met and entwined. One of my hands let go of her arms and went under her, lifting her back, letting her breasts press against my chest. I moved my body to the bedding, bringing her with me. Her breasts rested against my chest, her hips on mine, and her now wet core, against my risen bulge, separated by the fabric of my jeans and her skirt. She whimpered as we came in contact. I stopped to look in her eyes; closer than they have ever been before, full of fierce desire and raging with intense green passion.

She placed her hands on my chest and pushed her upper body up. She removed her shirt, revealing her mounds nestled in red lace. She slowly unsnapped her bra and revealed the rest of her glorious perfection. I was dumbfounded by the sight, my jaw hung open. She laughed then lent down, pressing her warm breasts against my chest, it was almost enough to let me loose myself. Her mouth went to my ear and she whispered "don't let that jaw open to long"

"Sorry." Her hands went back against my chest and she lifted herself up again.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to apologize to me?" She lifted her right leg off of me and went for my zipper. My hardness appeared the second she pulled my zipper down full. She gasped at my lack of underwear but giggled afterward. She then went to the zipper of her skirt and pulled it off her slim waist, down her legs. As opposed to me, she had underwear. Within a few seconds though, they were off, showing a triangular patch of bush above her loin. It was a mesmerizing sight

She went back to straddling me, her arousal now evident from the inferno of her core and the thick honey that covered her folds and thighs. I admit that I was more confident now than before, having evidence that she wanted me. I wanted her too though, more than she thought.

She rested her pelvis above my manhood. Her mouth darted for my chest; she nibbled and bit at the flesh below my nipple. My cock twitched against the outer folds of her heat. A gasp came from her mouth. She raised her self above me and lingered above. Slowly she lowered herself onto my shaft. With her already well lubricated, she slide down with ease.

Her body again pressed against mine, breasts, to chest, hype to hype. We didn't move. She stared at me for the longest time, not moving, just staring at with a smile "What?"

"Nothing, it's been a month of waiting and now it's finally here.

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