My hands explore her naked flesh, learning her body with my fingers. From the dip in her spine to the raised skin just below her left shoulder.

I don't need my fingers to know the burn that's branded her torso or the fullness of her breast. I grab at her ass squeezing it through the wet jeans. Her moans fill the room as her greedy fingers tug on my belt and I stop kissing her. A hum leaves my throat as our mouth part.

'Strip, I need inside you now."

I hear her low laugh as ...