He was lying partially on his stomach, and I was sprawled across his body with my head resting on his shoulder and my leg thrown over his hips. We were both naked. I lay there without moving for a while, just breathing in his scent and letting the memories of last night wash over me. We never did finish the movie. After we made love and Charles held me for a long time, we decided we were ravenous. Though he wanted me naked, he understood that I was still a little shy, so he pulled his shirt over my head. It was slightly snug around my breasts, but fell to the tops of my thighs. I pulled on my panties and he grabbed his boxer-briefs. We raided my refrigerator and I sat on the counter while Charles stood between my legs. We fed each other and shared a bottle of beer. At one point, the cold beer bottle pressed against my breast and I felt my nipples harden at the chill. Charles grasped his shirt and gathered the sides so that the material was taut over my breasts. Then he used his other hand to tug and roll my nipples between his fingers.
