He scoops me up, securing his hands under my thighs.
And I had some thick thighs.
He made the movement so effortlessly as if I was a mere paperweight.
His mouth consumed my every thought as I laced my tongue with his. His soft lips moved fiercely and confidently between mine.
We needed to be closer.
Need being the imperative word.
He tosses me on the bed as I watch him remove his sleep shorts so he was only in his maroon boxer briefs now. He definitely wasn't small. Neither his body nor his package.
His toned thighs confirm he spends a lot of time in the gym and never skips leg day.
This was further confirmed as he climbs on the bed hovering above me and pushes his knee between my legs. He secures his knee so I can feel the pressure where my underwear is covering.
Is it possible to be mad at an article of clothing?
He glides his firm hands underneath my—his shirt.
I slowly grind my hips against the pressure from his knee and he mischievously grins.
He bends down kissing the area of skin that's been exposed from his hands scooting up the shirt.
The trail of kisses are deliberately agonizingly slow. He moves so he can instead drag his tongue down the distance to right above my underwear.
I hate my underwear.
I wish I didn't even wear any.
My eyes squeeze shut anticipating where his tongue will dip next.
"Hermosa," he whispers.
His breath trickling through my thin panties.
He wraps his fingers around each strap ready to pull them down my legs.
A loud thud bangs from the other room.
"Ay, hermano!" A man's voice yells out from what I assume to be near the front door.
Zak heavily sighs.
"Why did I give Diego a key?" He huffs, sending me an apologetic smile.
He bends down and kisses my lips quickly, then hops out of the bed.
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