Carrying her down the hall, he took her to his bedroom and laid her near the center of his bed with her head on a pillow. Then, standing at the foot of the bed, he locked eyes with her while purposely removing his shirt.

She lay there with her long tresses splayed out across the pillow, framing her innocent features; lax and flush with arousal, her bottom lip delicately trembling. Her blouse was slightly askew, the material twisted and partially conforming to the shape of her breasts. Her disheveled skirt had ridden up on her thighs just enough to provide a hint of her simple white cotton panties underneath.

Letting...