As she relaxes with her head on my chest, she sleepily asks what I like about her.
I tell her I admire what she does for a living.
Not something I normally say when it comes to women, or people in general, but it's the truth so I kick it.
I tell her that her capriciousness and whimsy are endearing as my hands run through her gorgeous hair, and her petite hand lightly presses against my chest and then squeezes my bicep.
I respect a girl that can stay girlish and free spirited despite a callous and trying world mired with disappointment and those that keep this quality can enamor me like no other. I find them wholly endearing and nearly impossible to resist.
Like attracts like, and a girl with that capacity for romanticism piques something deep inside me.
Her soft, full lips kiss my neck and she shifts half on top of me and I know what she wants as her small hands tug at my belt and her deep brown eyes plead with me to take her and ravish her. Her back arches and she straddles me, her head lolling to one side and my hands rest on her hips.
She starts to grind her hips into me.....
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