Then she made her moves. She moved closer to me and starts to unbutton my crinkled shirt. I let her do it. I let her hands scan my top naked body; she couldn’t take her eyes off my tattoos. She pushed me back on her bed and straddled on me. Then she put her hands on my newest bullet wound she saw two other same wound. One on my right shoulder and the other wound was above my right pelvic bone. That was the one that damaged me most; I really thought I was going to die that time. That wound left me in the ICU for five weeks.

She didn’t question me though. I didn’t know why and I didn’t know what to answer her if she did ask me. I raised my upper body up and moved my hands onto her body. I helped her took off her t-shirt. Our hands were busy on each others body and I undid her bra in seconds. She slipped it off her body slowly. Her hair was flowing onto her skin. I moved my hands down and undid the button to her short shorts that she’s wearing. She stopped me. I looked up at her and he had a smile on her face. She gently pushed me back and did her moves on me.

She pulled off my pants and crawled back onto the bed. I let her; I let her made her moves. She was good at what she did; she knew how to tease me. Her fingers working away and my mouth were open and my eyes shut. She pleased me with her kisses on my neck and on my body and my nipples. She was good, really good.

She left me breathless when I came. Then it was my turn. I was really gentle towards her, gentle as I could ever be. My kisses were soft and slow. I wanted to take my time with her. It was my turn to be on top of her now and I took control. I cupped her breasts with my hands scanning her perfectly toned body, touching her thrills me. I was so focused on her. The curves on her body and her hips and the shape of her breasts, they can put me in a trance. She was more beautiful than I imagined her to be; now how can that be possible?