Julia--Last Night

My hands are shaking. I am trying desperately to unbutton Braxton’s shirt, to take his clothes off so I can feel him inside of me, but my hands are trembling so badly, I’m having a hell of a time with it.

He doesn’t seem to notice, only goes about taking my clothes off of me, kissing me deeply, his mouth devouring mine, trailing down my exposed neck. I want him so badly, I’m afraid I may never get his clothing off of him.

Eventually, I work his shirt off and then take a step backward, naked myself now, leaving his pants and underclothes to him. He makes short work of all of it, and then, when we are both completely bare, he moves back to me, scooping me into his arms and falling with me onto his bed.

I cannot get my legs apart fast enough. I want him so badly, the ache inside of me is all consuming, like a fire raging in a building full of kindling, I burn for him. He understands my need and pushes inside of me immediately. I am slick with my own juices, and he has no problem filling