
After the concert, we headed back to his house. We spend time talking. Too much in my opinion. While he was in mid-sentence, I grabbed him and starting kissing him, hard. He adjusted, then responded well. He took me by the hand and lead me to his bed. He stripped off my clothing one article at a time, then commented on how sexy I was. We had amazing sex. Perfect as usual.
Afterward, I admitted that I came over just so I could kiss him, saying, "I love to kiss you." He responded, "That is a really nice thing to say to me. I love kissing you as well." My comment made him give me more, which turned into sex, again. We finally passed out at 4:30. I slept with a smile on my face and dreamed about him.
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