Meeting Zach

Kingsley POV

Kevin grabbed my bottle in my hand and slowly let it on a table beside us, he walked bac to me and held the hem of my shirt as he slowly lifted it above my head with his fixed intently into mine.

He pulled me with him slowly to the bed and went over me, I felt his hands roam freely on my chest, all over my body, touching, caressing, exploring.

I have never felt alive this way, never felt vulnerable or more wanted. And as our lips met in a deep and passionate embrace, I lost myself in the moment of letting my body responds to Kevin’s touch with a newfound abandon.

We moved together, our bodies syncing in a way that felt natural and write. Kevin knew how to read my every sigh, every moan, and every whimper, sending me to height of pleasure I had never known existed.

As we lay together, our bodies entwined in a tangle of arms and legs, “I know this is just the beginning.” Kevin said softly beside my ears.