Long, slow, indulgent kisses mixed with passionate thrusts.
It’s the perfect pace. Limbs tangled together, bodies connected, breath coming fast.
She bows her back, arching with me, moving like water as I take my time, enjoying this delicious, lingering rhythm.
A pace that soon seems to drive her wild.
She moans as she jerks me closer, wraps those long, toned legs around my body, rocking up with me. She’s so in tune with herself. So connected with her own pleasure. It’s incredible to watch her move, to feel her let go.
Her ankles hook around my ass, tugging me even deeper. A hot spike of lust shoots down my spine. “Mmm. Use me, sweetheart,” I rasp in her ear, bracing myself on my forearms, my chest sliding against her firm tits.
“I am, oh God, I am,” she murmurs, her fingers playing with the ends of my hair. “Deeper,” she begs.
I love it when a woman asks for exactly what she wants—and when I can give it to her. I ease out, nearly all the way, then drive back into her.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moans, stretching her neck.
“You want me to fuck you good and hard?”
“I do, yes, I do.”
“Then let me put you on your hands and knees.”
Her eyes sparkle with dirty yeses.
In seconds we scramble around, shifting position. The beautiful woman lifts her hips, and I slide back home.
Stilling myself as her body hugs me.
Then I roam my hand up her back, grip her shoulder, and pin her in place as I fuck her deep and hard, with powerful, long thrusts that make her shake with pleasure.
She drops down to her elbows, and in seconds, she’s gasping again.
Groaning.
Then shouting my name once more.
“Oh God, yes, oh God, yes,” she moans, tensing, and a climax seems to tear through her body.
That’s enough for me.
It trips my wires, and pleasure seizes me, taking me captive. I come hard.
The aftershocks radiate spectacularly through every damn cell in my body.
I dip my face, giving her a little bite on the shoulder.
“Mmm, nibble on me,” she murmurs.
I nip her once more.
She laughs lightly. It’s a great sound, and it makes me smile.
I roll to my side and ease out of her. “I’ve wanted to do that with you for more than seven years.”
She turns her gaze to me. Her eyes are etched with happiness,but it reads a little temporary. “When I woke up this morning, this wasn’t how I expected tonight to go,” she admits with a touch of sadness.
My shoulders tense. Is she about to gather her things and fly out of here? I don’t want her to go. But then, she can’t truly take off. She has nothing to wear.
