Page 88 of The Path To Us

“Hmm. If you must,” she says on a sigh, practically purring when I crawl over top of her and give her some of my weight.

“Let’s start by getting rid of these pesky clothes, shall we?”

“Definitely.”

And then everything moves at a rapid pace. We scramble to sit up, tearing at clothes and throwing them anywhere that gets them out of the way. It doesn’t matter where they land, we won’t be needing them for quite some time.

And then everything comes to a screeching halt. Because for the first time in the over twenty-five years that we’ve known each other, we’re completely naked together.

My eyes don’t know what part of her to stare at first and it seems as if hers don’t either.

I’m gathering information, all the little bits that I’ve fantasized and wondered about.

Her hips flare out just slightly, her stomach isn’t perfectly flat and the four small stretch marks on each side only make her that much sexier. Her nipples are a dusky pink and there’s a freckle on the swell of her left breast that is so tempting, I look forward to hours of getting a closer look at it.

The dip in her belly button makes me almost lose my mind and her legs… they were just wrapped around me minutes ago and I’m already anxious for her to do it again.

Everything about her turns me on and even though I’ll never get enough, I need to do more than look.

Starting with every single inch of her body that was so clearly made for me.

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