10) Roy

I turn the speaker up as I dance around the room. I pick up my hairbrush as microphone.

"I'm a man who has very specific taste." I sing at the top of my lungs. My hair's almost dry and we towel discarded a long time again. I swing my hips in time with the music. I've actually played the sax to this song for the club one time.

Speaking of the club, it's time to start getting ready for work. I strut into the closet. I pull out my black dress and pull it over my curves. Strong hands grab the zip and pull it up. He places his hands on my hips. Feather soft kisses on my jaw turn into cheeky nips down my neck. Reece reaches his one hand up to cup me left breast. He squeezes it softly through the thin fabric. I tilt my head back to moan but his lips capture mine and the sound. He snakes his hand up my thigh which causes my dress to ride up. His fingers stop at my entrance. He teases me with slow circles while going back to nipping my neck. My incoherent notices fill