TE AMO

He sprawls me gently on his bed and lies beside me, his chest on mine, our eyes scanning our faces. I don't know why he prefers his bedroom over mine, but I like it even more. I like that he wants to live with our memories close to him.

On his bed.

He lifts his T-shirt, which is acting as my dress to cover my nakedness. He pulls it out, leaving me with nothing. The devilish smile on his face says how well he loves the idea that I have nothing but my birth suit. He runs his hand through my bare skin, giving my nipples a soft pinch each, and he takes pleasure in admiring them for a while. I know he loves my boobs; he has told me that countless times.

"How do you like the sight?" I ask, unbuttoning his shirt one button after the other, not forgetting to run my fingers on his chest where I can. I love how tight his muscles are.

"I love it." He says, helping me throw his shirt on the floor where my T-shirt lies. I ran my hands savagely on his chest, playfully pinching and pulling his ni