At first in the library it felt like a dream, but right now he was on my bed, sitting over me and touching me in ways that I never expected I'd feel in a long time.
I loved it. I loved everything he did to my body, and I wanted more. It was almost as if I was no longer in control of my desires and that there was something in me that wanted way more than I could explain. I kept giving him all the go-ahead he needed to touch me even more, and just when he asked me if I liked it, I asked for more.
I instantly began to feel his lips tracing the line on my back as he kissed me up to my shoulders and off my neck. It felt so good, like I was in a different dimension, and I loved everything about it.
I wanted that moment to last a little longer, but just before he could wish for that, I felt his member riding into me again.
