Exton

Stoney tilts her head up, kissing her gently. His hands explore along her back gently, tracing patterns across the tender flesh. He avoids her hip, but instead slides a hand up to cup her breast. With a sigh he breaks the kiss.

"How can I not look at you? You are beautiful, Alise, never doubt that. You are... *mon rayon de soleil de minuit... My Goddess."

Stoney tugs her away from the mirror and gently towels her dry. The dresses are laid out on their bed, along with panties and sandals. There are no bras and Stoney grins, hiding it in her damp hair.

"Which one, mon amour? I will help you dress if you want." He presses his body against the back of hers, rubbing a bit. His length slides along the valley of her cheeks and he moans.

"We don't have to go if you don't want..."


*My midnight sunbeam.