Loving Winter part seven
For the rest of the night Winter and I made love in every position
imaginable, and with each new position I found myself coming over and
over again. Eventually though, just as the first light of the new day
entered Winter's bedroom, I finally collapsed on the bed next to her.
I had never been to bed with a woman who wanted to make love, or made
me come as much, as Winter did that night and I knew, as I slipped my
arm under her and pulled her close, I had finally found my perfect
woman.
Turning to face her I was about to kiss her softly on the lips when I
noticed a single tear in the corner of one of her eyes.
“What's the matter, babe?” I asked, concerned.
“N-n-nothing,” she stanmmered in reply.
“Come on, Winter. You can tell me anything.” I replied lifting
myself on to one elbow.
For a minute or two Winter didn't respond she just lay there, in my
arms, sobbing gently.
“I'm so scared,” she finally managed to whisper through her sobs.
“Scared of what, baby,” I replied, pulling her as close to me as
possible.
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