*Leo*
It was Christmas Eve. As usual, my first thoughts when I woke the next morning were of Bianca. I saw her face in my mind. I could still feel the silky heat of her thighs on my palms. Her lips were still imprinted on my soul, and I felt myself harden at the memory of her legs straddling me.
The heat of her core had rested over my erection. The barrier of my slacks and the thin gusset of her panties were no barrier and hid nothing of her arousal and heat from me. Her kisses branded me and fed my hunger for her. Her nipples had been pebbled and even through both our shirts, I felt them against my chest and reveled in our closeness and the way passion immediately ignited between us.
I hadn’t felt her against me in so long that I wanted to take her right there in the living room of her mother’s home. I probably would have if it hadn’t been for Mia needing a drink of water and nearly stumbling into us as we fed on one another during those tumultuous minutes.
