“But for some damn crazy reason, I feel like I should trust you. . .trust this. Trust. . .us.”
“Fuck.” He pulled me into his arms.
His mouth was over mine next.
And we kissed under the moonlight. Our tongues danced and twisted. He groaned and I moaned. He placed the blanket over us and then his fingers began exploring. And I was wet and ready.
We disappeared into my house next, fucking the rest of the night. Rocking the bed and filling my bedroom with the erotic melody of new lovers.
And I didn’t know if we would be together forever. I didn’t know if Zain would be the best fit for the boys and me. However, what I knew for sure was that we were happy for now, up for the erotic challenge, and hopeful for a beautiful picture.