Ain't Your Regular Girlfriend

"What a dic..." I giggled as Stephen pulled me to him immediately the door came shut. 

"I'm starting to think whether that dude wanted to join us in this wonderful bed". He grinned and then shrugged as I shot him an irritated glance. "I mean what took him so long to just leave!."  Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click <a href="#&apos;t-your-regular-girlfriend_15059184805633605/%5B95%5D-a-room-to-ourselves_50302856787452245">#&apos;t-your-regular-girlfriend_15059184805633605/%5B95%5D-a-room-to-ourselves_50302856787452245</a> for visiting.

I smiled, as I nestled my head against his neck, with my hands around him, "Is it me or does this... Us sharing a room feels like a dream?" he asked as I turned in the hug and bit his lips. "If this is a dream, I never wish to wake up" He m.o.a.n.e.d and grabbed my waist. 

"Just shut up and kiss me". 

"Yes Milady". He responded with his hands and his lips already walking their way on me. I gasped and slid my hand through the back of his shirt, rubbing against his skin... Feeling every touch and moving along his every move slowly as his hand finds their ways through my bra, rubbing and c.a.r.e.s.sing each mound as the bra falls off and my n.i.p.p.l.es visibly pointing through my shirt.

"Damn". He m.o.a.n.e.d and pulled the top over my head as I helped by raising my hands so the shirt would not get stuck over my head as I tossed it on the floor impatiently pulling his over his head as I didn't like the lack of his skin against mine. 

I pushed him to the bed and climbed on him, with my lips on his while my hands struggled to unzip his pants. I huffed as the zip gets stuck and refuses to zip down. Steven stroked my hands lightly as he pulled the pants which have been unzipped ages ago while I struggled with myself thinking it was the zip. 

"You alright?". He asked as the pants finally came free. I shushed him with my finger and slid my hands in his u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r... I heard his deep intake of breath as my hand played with the tip of his p.e.n.i.s. His grip on my waist tightened as my hand moved from his p.e.n.i.s to his b.u.t.t pulling the tiny u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r down finally freeing his already hard d.i.c.k.