I didn’t know what to do with that emotion, just knew that having her this close was something that I didn’t want to give up.

After I showered, I didn’t bother to dress.

When I walked into my bedroom, the sight there was enough to freeze me in place.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Kayla said, looking shy.

“Not at all,” I said, my voice coming out husky.

She had taken one of my T-shirts, and the way the fabric molded the full curves of her body was a fantasy come to life.

My cock was at full attention as I approached her.

She looked at me, her eyes simmering with passion, with other emotion too.

I cupped her cheek.

Rubbed my thumb along her cheekbone, the feel of her soft skin, her warmth this close to me doing things to me I didn’t even care to try to understand.

I wanted her, craved her, wanted to protect her.

Felt so many things for her that I didn’t have a plan for.

Couldn’t even begin to say with words what it was, so I didn’t try.

Instead, I kissed her.

Grazed my lips along her cheek like I had done with my thumb.

Kissed the tip of her nose.

Her other cheek.

Then her lips.

Softly, tenderly.

This woman would drive me mad. As I kissed her, I had no doubt of that.

She stirred up so much of me, the desire to break her, to utterly possess her.

The desire to protect her, make sure nothing in the world ever hurt her.

These feeling were often at war with each other, but now, there was a calm.

A lightness.

When I was with Kayla, I felt complete, even though I hadn’t known anything was missing before.

As I thought, I deepened the kiss, pushed my tongue between her lips and drank from her mouth.

As my tongue explored her mouth, I use my hands to touch her, squeezing her full hips, doing the same with her thighs, letting my hands graze her mound, over her soft, round stomach, up to cup breasts that overflowed my hands.

I paused just long enough to rid her of the T-shirt, not wanting even that between us.

“Kayla…” I started to whisper.

Cut myself off, not wanting to say things I wasn’t ready to say.

Things that I was scared she would never be ready to hear it.

So I spoke with my mouth, my hands, and she did the same.

Her touch had me on fire but also left me feeling protective.

I pulled her close to me, then lay us both down.

She open for me automatically, her thick thighs gripping my hips, her back arched as she offered her pussy to me.

I stroked my hand down her chest, down her stomach, between her legs.

She was wet for me, molten hot, her slick cream coating my fingers.