She shifts, and my eager d**k brushes up against her rear under
her towel.
I growl. She definitely did that on purpose.
She smirks, pleased at the effect she has on me.
I give her neck more playful kisses. I run my hand over her
breasts, hidden underneath the towel, which I'm about to tear off in
a matter of seconds. But I calm myself. I give one of her t**s a
squeeze. "Are you sure I can't convince you to take a rain check
tonight?" Why am I secretly wishing she'll cancel her plans for
tonight and she'll throw herself at me? Why do I have to be this
selfish?
She moans softly, the sound giving me one of the many reasons
why I don't want to let her out of my sight. She places her hand on
mine, gently squeezing it. "Yes, I'm sure." She pushes my hands
off her body and snickers.
