I press Leilani on the door, her hard nipples creating shoals through her buster and teasing me as I kiss her with passion; because I need this more than anything else.
I pour everything into the kiss—my years of pent-up frustration, my fears, my dreams… and my love for her; moulding my lips along with hers in a primordial dance that makes my body twinge with everlasting delight.
It's finally happening. I get to have a taste of this unattainable woman after having chased her all my life, a taste of Leilani that I've only ever dreamed of…
A taste of my wife.
Carrying her doesn't take a lot of effort before we're heading towards the bed; but once we land on the sheets, we waste no time disposing of each other's clothing. She's the first to tug at the hem of my shirt, removing it in one impatient pull before tossing it somewhere on the floor, her focus shifting to my chest as she licks her lips.
