"You are... so fucking sexy," I growl on her lips in between our kisses. Her body moves on mine, her fingers threading into my hair, her breasts pushing against my naked chest.
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"You are... so fucking sexy," I growl on her lips in between our kisses. Her body moves on mine, her fingers threading into my hair, her breasts pushing against my naked chest.
He deftly unhooked her bra and slipped his hands around to cup her breasts. She groaned into his mouth at the feel of his touch. She hadn't known how much she'd missed being touched. She couldn't have imagined that anyone could make her feel the way he did.
She knelt between his knees and took him in her mouth. His cock pulsed when she pushed down, bringing him fully into her mouth. She settled in to enjoy driving him to the brink. She dragged her tongue up, down and around his cock. She brought him into her mouth again and again, stroking, licking and sucking.
He kissed slowly and deeply, his tongue delving in to meet hers, pulling back to trace her lips, catching her bottom lip in his teeth and tugging lightly before trailing his lips down her neck in a path of fire.
He groaned. "God, you so feel goooood. I love making love to you. I love being inside you, feeling you tremble with desire for me, feeling your heat. I love hearing my name on your lips, smelling your scent when you come."
Love and happiness went hand in hand. I was unconditionally and whole-heartedly loved by this man and I knew that because of his love, every day of my life would be full of happiness.
She'd never felt so tempted by a man before. She could so easily lose herself in him and temporarily forget her worries in his arms.
He slid his hands through her hair, pushing her back against the seat.
Angling his head, he licked her lips, and she pulled him back for more, their mouths melding.
She didn't care about anything but the feel of him inside her...and the sound of his voice as he said, "I love you."
Again and again and again.
He wanted his hands on her, his lips tasting hers. He wanted to feel her skin, hold her close, rub his body against hers. And fill her with everything he had.
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Tell me "what do you want me to do to you?"
Everything. She wanted to feel his skin against hers, his body deep inside her. "Touch me," she whispered.
She wanted to rip off his clothes and learn every inch of his body with her hands, her mouth.
She wanted to lose herself in his intensity, his desire.
I intend to kiss you so slowly, so thoroughly, that you'll be begging me to never, ever stop.👄
And he had a lot more planned for her. Touching, teasing, flirting-anything that would remind her of every single wicked intention he'd whispered against her skin in her kitchen a week and a half ago!
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