Chapter 8

It sounded like she meant it. Being the good lover I knew I should be, I assumed some foreplay was in order. I was going to gently nudge her thighs apart when she moved her right foot up next to her hip, stood up on it, moved her ass over a couple of feet and pulled her left foot up next to her hip on that side.

Good. I had her legs apart. I figured I would go down on her for a minute or two. I was still on the side of the bed so I moved down to the bottom and put my head between her legs. I couldn't believe how powerful her scent was. Then I looked at the robe underneath her. I thought I'd had a wet spot on my pants. Her robe was soaked. It was over saturated and there was actually a puddle on it. "God Damn it, will you please fuck me?" It sounded like she was going to cry.

I stood up and pulled my pants down. Talk about wet spots. We were going to have to do some laundry before the folks got home tomorrow. I climbed up on her, my prick leading the way. "I just want to make sure we do it right, this time." She grabbed my prick and pulled it towards her sex.