Chapter 22 I Can Use My Leg

• The firmness of her ample bust and the soft, creamy smoothness had me intoxicated and enamored. However, my actions seemed to have also plunged Zoey into a tormenting state of conflict. While panting, she rejected my advances. “Sam, no. I’m going to be someone else’s wife soon, so don’t do this.” I didn’t say anything on this topic. Instead, I wholeheartedly poured out my heart to her, telling her how much I’d missed her without uttering a single compliment on her alluring body since I knew that at this moment, I needed to capture her heart, not her body. Every honeyed word of sincere longing threaded into a rope that twined around her flustered and confused heart; I wanted to seal off her heart completely so that only one spot would be left, and I must be the person who occupied it.
• Gently kneading her generous bosom with both hands, I occasionally slipped my hands into her lavender bra and teased her two pink buds. Every time I brushed against them, she would let out an involuntary moan. Also, every now and then, I’d have her body ‘accidentally’ brushing against that firm and hard part of my body while she was twisting her body amidst her struggles because I wanted her to notice its existence before getting used to its existence and subsequently, anticipating its existence.
• Gradually, Zoey’s protests grew increasingly softer in volume. On the contrary, her moans grew increasingly frequent, her voice enticingly angelic, tempting me, yet she was also losing herself at the same time. When her bra dropped to the floor after I’d removed it entirely, her face was flushed and she had her eyes screwed tightly shut. Nonetheless, lingering anticipation was written all over her lovely face. I could no longer keep my desires in check; I wanted her and I had confidence that I would be able to score with her now. With one hand fondling a bountiful globe, my other hand went to unfasten her pants.