Sitting with Anna, his mind was telling him that he needed more contact with her soft skin. Sliding his hand under 'his' shirt, he caressed her soft thighs and felt her quiver in response to his touch. Leaning over to kiss her as his fingers continued their exploration, another beer and further conversation was forgotten.
His hand continued its journey, tracing a pattern over her soft tummy, then back down toward her thighs, around and close, but not yet touching the ultimate target. As the kisses increased, and her squirming brought her closer to him, Brandon broke the kiss for a moment, "Maybe we need to continue this in the bedroom. I need to make love to you tonight."
One of the things about Anna that Brandon adored about her was her body . . . and how she willingly gave herself to him, and his desires, so completely. Part of her insecurity was her body; Anna was not the slim tiny waist, big tits model type that most of his business associates drooled over. She had a little bit of a tummy and her breasts were not the 36B that had been surgically altered; but, damn, Brandon loved her just the way she was . . . and she was all his!!
Without waiting for an answer, he stood up, took her hand and led her to his bedroom. As he started to unbutton the shirt she was wearing, "I must admit, that shirt looks a hell of a lot better on you than it does me."
His hand continued its journey, tracing a pattern over her soft tummy, then back down toward her thighs, around and close, but not yet touching the ultimate target. As the kisses increased, and her squirming brought her closer to him, Brandon broke the kiss for a moment, "Maybe we need to continue this in the bedroom. I need to make love to you tonight."
One of the things about Anna that Brandon adored about her was her body . . . and how she willingly gave herself to him, and his desires, so completely. Part of her insecurity was her body; Anna was not the slim tiny waist, big tits model type that most of his business associates drooled over. She had a little bit of a tummy and her breasts were not the 36B that had been surgically altered; but, damn, Brandon loved her just the way she was . . . and she was all his!!
Without waiting for an answer, he stood up, took her hand and led her to his bedroom. As he started to unbutton the shirt she was wearing, "I must admit, that shirt looks a hell of a lot better on you than it does me."