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Maybe one day he’ll tire of sex, but at this moment, my body is his absolute favourite thing and he worships every inch of it.
He rides me hard with his hand and I linger somewhere between awake and asleep. The morning light drifts through the crack in the drapes and I smile to myself. How many mornings have I watched the sunrise with the feeling of intense pleasure between my legs?
He rises, leaning over me, and I can see the glimmer of my arousal on his lips as he looks down at me.
“How do you want me this morning, Mr. Masters?” I whisper.
He lifts both my legs over his shoulders, and then he slides in deep as his eyes hold mine. “I can feel every muscle inside of you,” he whispers.
I take his face in my hands, rolling my lips as I watch him.
He spreads his knees to get better leverage and I close my eyes to try deal with him. It's so deep like this. He's so focused on what he needs from my body. He starts to pump me with slow, deep, hard hits and I can feel the muscles in his behind contracting as he flexes. My head falls back onto the pillows.
“Oh God,” I whimper. “So good.”
“You like that?” He turns his head and kisses my ankle.
I nod as I watch him, seeing his beautiful face in between my feet. It's one hell of a wake-up call.
“What’s my girl doing, today?” he grinds out as he continues to ride me slowly.
“Hmm,” I sigh. Fuck, who cares? This day is already perfect.
“Fuck, yeah. That feels so good.” He eyes close as he starts to work his own orgasm into a frenzy, and he picks up the pace. His eyes darken an
d he hits me hard. “I just love fucking you.”
I smile, knowing what’s coming. Here he goes. He can only be gentle for so long before he starts to lose control.
His arms straightened and I can see every muscle flexing in his chest as he holds himself up.
My body begins to contract, and I grab his arms. “Oh God,” I whimper. “Fuck me.” I turn my head and kiss his wrist next to my head. “Give it to me, baby.”
He hisses and starts to pound me. My sex clenches around him and I scrunch my face up to stop myself from crying out.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He lurches forward and holds himself deep inside me. I feel his cock jerk as he ejaculates.
Then his lips take mine and he slowly lowers my legs. Our kiss is tender and beautiful, and I swear, it’s the reason I was born.
I’m so in love with this man, I can’t even see straight. I cling to him.
“I love you,” I whisper.
He smiles against my face. “I love you more.”
Ding dong.
The doorbell rings.
Tillie tries to grab the laces out of my shoes as I walk the door. “Tillie, cut it out,” I scold her.
I open the door to find a delivery driver standing in front of me with the hugest bunch of red roses I’ve ever seen.
“Delivery for Miss Brielle Jameson?”
I grin. “That’s me.” I dance on the spot and take them from him. “Thank you.”
I close the door and walk into the kitchen to lay them down on the table. The buds are huge and a deep red. Their perfume is strong and beautiful.
