Let me see that pussy of yours.” Shea did as she was told, her moans breaking through her lips, her body writhing. “Fuck, Shea, I can’t wait to fill that pretty pussy of yours and feel you on my cock as you come around me.” Shea gasped at his words, wanting to come but unable to. The phone rang, and she opened her eyes. Well, crap. She was tangled in her sheets, her nightie up around her waist and her panties at her ankles. Shep was nowhere to be seen. Well, he wouldn’t be here, would he? No. After an amazing night of listening to jazz music, eating sandwiches while standing in the street, and going from bar to bar, drinking, kissing, and laughing, he’d taken her home and kissed her goodnight on her doorstep. They knew he wanted to come in.
