Chapter 20. Bed (2)

Braxton

Julia Thompson is asleep on my chest. Making love to her was incredible, so much better than I even imagined, and over the last six months, I have spent a great deal of time imagining just that, but now that she is here, in a bed, in my house, naked, beside me, I don’t have to imagine anymore.

But I want to.

I want to lie here beside her, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath and dream of all of the ways I want to make love to her over and over again, all of the places, all of the rooms. She is such a gorgeous woman. Everything about her is perfect from her beautiful face to her lean, muscular frame, to her ample breasts and narrow waist.

Seeing her take the reins, to have the freedom to move on top of me however she liked, was inspiring. I knew, once she realized she was free to do whatever she liked, that she’d be willing to step out of her comfort zone a bit, but I had no idea she would be so daring the first time.