As my hands roamed down her back, I could feel the warmth of her skin underneath the top.
She pressed herself against me, grinding her pelvis against my leg.
My hands roamed lower, cupping the firm cheeks of her ass, and I couldnt help but give her butt a squeeze as we kissed.
Finally, we had to come up for air, and we stood there in front of the open fridge, panting.
Wow! I said.
What got you started this morning? I asked, still holding her in my arms, but where I could see her face.
I just needed that, she said, still looking me deeply in the eyes.
Just needed that? I repeated stupidly.
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