And then the time for words is over.
His body leans in towards mine.
But I’m the one who pushes myself up towards him. I’m the one who presses my lips against his.
His arm wraps around my waist as the other hand lands on my breast. Our bodies come togetherslowly, almost at the exact same moment our tongues meet.
His erection is pushing into my stomach, and I can’t resist the urge to massage him.
I’m about to unbuckle him when he gets off the counter and grabs my hips. He thrusts his erectionagainst me, and I moan with longing.
Then his hands slide down to my ass. He grips hard before pulling me up so that I’m straddling hiships. My hands fall naturally against his shoulders before I realize that he’s still wounded.
“Will you stop f*****g apologizin
