Obinna's breath swept over my collarbone in between kisses, his erection grazing the spot between my thighs. I had a lean leg on each side of him, my back against his fuzzy blanket and my chest against his.
I raised my hips to grind against him, each movement making my libido hitch. If I could've seen over the edge of the bed and onto the floor, I would've seen my golden, strapless dress and red bra littered over his carpet. All I had on now was my thong and glittery, peep-toed heels.
"You sure you're ready?" he asked, heavy breaths accenting each word.
I stole a glance at the clock on his nightstand and said, "Been ready for ninety whole minutes."
He laughed, and I laughed along with him, because an hour and a half was
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