She’s putty in my hands. Undressing her is like taking care of a doll. I have to lift her hips as I dragthe dress down her legs, but as soon as it is off, I forget about the effort it took.
Every line, every curve of her body speaks to me in ways I didn’t know a human body ever could.
Before Eve, I didn’t think myself capable of love. I knew how to f**k and find my own release, butthat was all s*x was to me.
My climax is nothing without hers.
My pleasure is nothing if Eve isn’t enjoying it with me.
Getting her off feels just as good as my own orgasm, and seeing her sated and lazy on the bed makesme harder than steel.
I crawl over her, kissing each of her breasts before she cups my face in her hands and drags me up toher mouth. We kiss, slow and passionate, her tongue curling around m
