Good Girl

Laina

The curtains were open on the north wall. The moon and stars peeked through the clouds as he tossed me onto his bed. The sheets were navy blue and gray and silky. They felt good on my skin as he pushed me onto my back and lifted my right leg. Then, slowly and gently, he pulled off my boot and tossed it over his shoulder.

I propped up on my elbows and watched as he did the same with the other boot.

Then he pulled his T-shirt over his head, and I nearly had an orgasm right then and there.

“Wow,” I breathed. I hadn’t meant to say it aloud. It just sort of slipped out.

His tattoos were swirling works of black and gray art that covered his arms and torso. Muscles rippled beneath the ink, shifting beneath his tanned, taut skin as he reached for the zipper at the front of my pants.

He drew the zipper down. It hummed softly as if thanking him for finally undoing my pants. I lifted my ass off the bed as he began pull