“It will.” She stood on her tiptoes, staring up at him.
“What are you doing?”
“Attempting to give you a kiss, but I’m short.” She put one arm around his neck and pulled him down.
“As you like.” He leaned down to her.
Just as intense as before, the Fever rolled alive in him, and he was burning with desire to feel every part of her. As they kissed, she ran her hands over his back, and he did the same, stroking those round hips of hers.
She groaned as he caressed her bottom.
He did it again.
The third time he ran his hand over her, he just picked her up.
She squealed and wrapped her legs around him as he carried her over to the bed. He stood beside it at first, though. He paused with her in his arms, and he pulled back enough to look into her eyes.
“If this is what you want, please tell me.”
She nodded several times. “Yes. I do. I’m sure.”
“Good,” he said and dropped on the bed, her on his lap.
They kissed, her straddling him, and she rocked into him, with her breasts spread out before him.
She rose and pulled off her shirt, revealing the undergarment she wore. He ran his fingers down her stomach and along her sides. Her skin was even softer than he imagined.
She closed her eyes and arched into his touch as he stroked the side of her breasts with the back of his hand.
She did something behind her back, releasing the covering she wore and tossing it away. Her skin was softer still underneath that, and he marveled at all of it. Her hair tumbled down her back and along her shoulders, a curtain around her face.
What did he do to deserve this beauty?
How did he get so fortunate?
She leaned down and started kissing him again. He held her, his hands all over her chest, and she rocked her body into his, teasing him.
He released the kiss and tipped his chin up as she started kissing his neck. Her fingers ran over him, down to his shirt.
“Wait,” he said and pushed her back.
She climbed off him, and he stood. He stripped out of his clothing.
She stared, her gaze running over him, and she licked her lips.
“I want you to take your time,” he said. “To explore me as needed, since this is—”
“Shut up and come here,” she said, on her knees on the bed.
He came closer, so his knees were against the bed.
She grabbed his hips, leaned in, and put her hands on his cock. “My turn to play with this,” she said and started stroking him.
The Fever burned so hotly he felt sweat on his back. Her touch astounded him as she stroked him up and down, her fingers caressing the lines and veins.
“The head is large.” She ran her fingertip along the lip.
“For, uh, for…” he couldn’t quite make his words work.
