Page 44 of Size Queen

“How are you always so hard for me…?” she wonders.

“If I knew the answer to that, I might be able to concentrate on something other than you,” I say while I run my hands up her bare legs. “As it is, I find myself thinking about you during all points of the day. I don’t get anything done anymore.”

“That’s a shame,” she says, scooting close enough that I can taste her.

Things are heating up, and it’s not from any sickness. The slow pull makes the desire all the more palpable.

“Is there anything I can do to help you with your distractions?” she asks.

“You can let me make love to you once again,” I say, leaning in now. “You can’t deny our passion. You can’t deny the fact that we go too well together to let go to waste, right?”

Although her eyes stay locked with mine, her hands find my bulge. I suspect that I may get to have her even more than once more…