Chapter 42

Imogen

The way his arms feel around me as he hooks one leg up to his waist then grabs my ass and firmly hoists me up so I can circle my legs around his waist feels amaaaazing. I’ve waited all day for this, to see him, to be with him and to smell him. He smells of shower and cinnamon aftershave.

I kiss his neck as he carries me through the open plan lounge area, down the corridor and into his bedroom and sets me down on the bed, laying over me. Our lips crash together fervently as if we’ve never kissed before, the longing and desire washes over me, as I pull him in with my legs, which are still wrapped around his waist and leaning on his back.

My stomach feels his hardness and it sends tingles up and down my spine as my pussy becomes wet knowing what pleasure she is going to get very soon. I tilt my hips up slightly and push against him so I can grind against his cock inside his joggers. God, I love joggers you can literally see everything and feel it. The best ever.

“Slow down, dar