He really knew what he was doing. He never suffocated her with his tongue, and he always had his hands somewhere lighting her on fire elsewhere. She l...iked looking down and seeing his strong jaw pressed against her face. He literally was the most handsome man she’d ever seen. There was nothing about him that wasn’t attractive, he had a perfect nose, beautiful eyes, and a jawline that a superhero would envy. And in his late thirties he had the thickest head of hair she’d ever had her hands in. It. “Okay the mister, but only if you do it too!” She giggled, slipping off her shirt. Soon they were both naked, sat at opposite ends of her bed. She was blushing again. Scott saw that he needed to take the lead, “God, I’m such a lucky guy to have such a sexy girlfriend...” He said, slowly grasping his erect cock and giving it a few light strokes. Claire was watching intently, slowly licking her lips. “Ooh, do you like that baby?” He teased. She nodded in response, sliding her hands onto her. As you are preparing for bed, I slip into the bedroom to put on my sweats and grab a blanket for the couch, where I will be sleeping. I stop and look at the bed that I normally sleep in and think about you laying in it. I sit at the edge in my night shirt, holding my sweatpants, and imagine you wrapped in the silk sheets after a night’s sleep. You are nude, one leg on top of the covers and the lower one covered up to your knee. You are laying on your tummy and the blanket also arcs across the. But then his mouth latched around her left nipple and sucked, a slow drawing motion, and thought was fed to the fire, to keep it burning. She felt dampness between her legs and knew her time was coming. He seemed to know it too, for he moved away from her breasts–a little quicker than she might have liked–and headed south towards the place where things really seemed to matter. She felt his tickling touch graze her stomach, and then the line of her waist, and she pushed her hips upward. Here. Go.