Their passionate lovemaking quickly shifted to the more comfortable bedroom.
He carried her out of the bathroom like a princess and gently placed her on their favorite surface—the bed.
He splayed her out erotically on the bed, opening her legs wide, and he just stared at her entire body, his blue eyes ending up on her leaking slit.
It was such an intense stare that even the experienced Khalifa felt shy. Unconsciously, she tried closing her legs a bit but his strong hands kept them wide open.
His deep blue eyes traced her everything, as if imprinting every detail into memory.
And he was, indeed, doing so.
When they were apart, he missed her until his body was in pain. He had wished he had looked more, imprinted more of her in his mind.
So now, he did so.
"Kylo…" her soft voice pulled him out of his trance and he saw her flushed face, pouting, her bountiful chest raised every time she heaved a deep breath.
