Page 73 of When We Live


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“Mm-hmm.”

Biting the inside of his cheek, he studies my legs.

“With his dick?” he murmurs.

Laughing, I nod.

“Yeah… Something like that.”

I stretch my bra over my breasts and try to tie it at the back of my neck.

“Let me help you,” he says, lowering himself.

Sitting on my butt, I turn my back to him and hold my hair up while he fixes my bra.

I let my hair fall back when I turn to him, and his eyes dive into mine. I notice the longing in his gaze and the warmth that’s always been my home, and without even making a genuine effort to put my panties on, I bring my hand to the back of my neck and untie my bra.

It jerks up, and I pull it over my head before dropping it to the side. I push my panties away before he lifts me up and carries me to a lounge bed sprawled out under thick shadow.

We lie down, facing each other.

He doesn’t mind the wet mess between my legs.

And I don’t mind it either when he runs his hand between my thighs and starts finger fucking me, watching me smile and moan and express my guilty pleasure.

His erection pushes against his shorts, his fingers sliding into me, making the tension in my belly spiral up.

He strokes my clit with his thumb, and I move closer and stroke him through his swim trunks while our eyes stay connected.

Lustful and longing, we get each other high without even kissing, only touching each other.

I push his shorts down, his erection bouncing up, and I start kissing his neck.

He can’t keep it together for long, so he grips my hair, locks my lips, and crushes me under his frame.

I get dizzy from his kiss.

The air is in short supply when he moves his hand from my hair to his shorts and pushes them even lower. Sneaking my hand between us, I reach down and cuff his hard-on.

He removes his shorts while I milk his hard shaft.

Once he is entirely naked, I open my legs and put his crown against my entrance.

He fills me up, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“I’m going to miss this part…” he says, moving into me.

“I’m not going anywhere. Not in the foreseeable future.”

He fucks me with immense pleasure, my thigh hitched up on his leg, his hand resting on my butt, his eyes going down and soaking in the view.

Watching himself entering me repeatedly is dirty and arousing.

He plunges into me harder and harder, and I’m about to go all the way up when we both hear steps on the wooden floor, and he raises his gaze to someone behind me.

The mattress dips when Francisco pulls himself next to me.

He is cold and smells like aftershave and mint, and pressing his body against mine, he makes me shiver.

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