“Oh?” I said, kissing the lips I had grown to love so much. “And what does the President want right now?”
“Why don't you let me show you?”
Bending down, he lifted me up and carried me into the bedroom, laying me on the bed, and wrapping his strong, muscled arms around me as I curled my limbs around his sculpted body. He was still wearing his cut, and the smell of leather was like an aphrodisiac for me. My head fell back onto my pillow, my body splayed out below him, ready and eagerly waiting for whatever he had to give me.
His kisses were long and soft, until finally disentangling himself from me, he stood up and began removing his clothes quickly. I watched as the cut fell to the ground, lying in a pile with his t-shirt, boxers, jeans and boots. He stood naked in front of me, his hair falling around his gorgeous face, his muscles rippling and flexing with his every movement.
“Wait.” I said as he came towards me in all his naked glory.
“Wait? Why?”
“Your cut. Put your cut back on...”
***The End***
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