Elisa Muse
After our bath, he tenderly dried my body and helped me dress, making me feel precious to him. He kissed my shoulder while slipping the button shirt of my pajamas back on my body. Every movement was sensual, calculated, loving, and possessive.
My heart hammered, and my breathing was unstable. This man before me had every one of my cells feeling alive. He grabbed my underwear and knelt before me so I could step on them. He dressed me as if he was dressing a china doll. He did the same with my pants while I guarded my balance, holding his shoulders.
"There, all ready..." he said, a smile in his eyes.
Without saying anything else, I picked up his shirt and slipped his head in, fixing the T-shirt around his shoulders. He smirked and then pecked my lips. "I can handle the rest..." he ……
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