They tumbled onto the soft duvet, a tangle of limbs and frantic energy.
He yanked at her skirt and knickers, pulling them down her legs in one rough, desperate motion. She kicked them away, her body now bare and open to him, glowing in the golden light. He stood just long enough to shed his own clothes, his eyes devouring her as she lay sprawled across the bed, her hair a mess of red waves around her, her skin flushed a delicious pink.
He was on her in an instant, settling his weight between her thighs.
He could feel her heat, the wetness already slick against his stomach. He positioned himself at her entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging against her. He looked down into her eyes, seeing a reflection of his own raw hunger.
"I can't bear to stay away from you."
Her answer was a throaty, guttural sound that was nothing like the composed woman who read him bedtime stories.
"I missed you so much, you beautiful, mad boy."
"Now fuck me!"
