God, she felt so good in my arms. Everything was right in the world because she was here with me. I brushed my hand over her soft stomach, feeling the skin beneath my fingertips pucker into goose flesh. She moaned, stretching in her slumber and pushing her deliciously fine ass against my morning wood. One hand crept behind her, tapping her way awkwardly up my shoulder till she found my cheek. I watched her face, before screwed up with confusion, now smooth out, her luscious lips pulling up into a smirk as she sighed my name.
My fingers crept under the thin band of elastic keeping my fingers from their ultimate goal of what lay between her legs. I could already feel the heat radiating like a furnace from the one place I’d dreamt about revisiting for far too long. She rocked her ass back into my body, opening her legs slightly, as if giving me permission for my hand to reclaim the promised land.