orgasm?”
“Your voice feels like black velvet sliding over me. Goddess, yes, are you?”
“I could.” he enticed, his fingertips grazing the bottom of her foot.
Sedona squealed a moan, and he felt her want him inside her . She could not take her foot from him no matter how desperately she wished, or believed she should. He watched her loins ache, then become a wanton blaze, a fiery red sun-like energy. She wanted him.
“If I take my clothes off,” She heaved in breaths, her words forced. “Can you just be inside me?” She kept her eyes closed, and he knew she intended to keep them shut.
Volcano slid his thumb pad up the center of her sole, then lowered her foot. “Take off your clothes,” he softly growled, dissolving his own garments from his body. They formed in a pile close by.
Carnal glories , there was so much he wanted to do to her. With her. But he was going to have her as she desired. What she could pleasure tolerate from him. She shimmied softly out of the jacket, then reached down, and rolled off her pants. Volcano moved them out of the way, the sexual scents of her were heady as dark grape Venutian wine, and drove him to a higher desire.
Beautifully, she parted her thighs, her knees bent. An offering to him, she angled her hips. He wanted to touch her everywhere, know her before rejuvenation. Instead he emblazoned the sight of her to his private memory. His forever.
“I don’t want to do anything,” she gossamer spoke. “I just want to feel you. Please.” She spread her thighs a little wider.
“It will hurt,” he tenderly growled. “Even I can’t change that.” He knelt between her thighs, the tip of his cock almost touching her moist rosy desire.
“I know. It’s been a very long time,” she whispered.
He touched her blossomed rose with his tip. “Sedona,” he velvet groaned, then plunged. He lunged with force. Thrusting inside her sacred silk. Then, he waited. She whimpered sharply, both her pleasure and her pain.
“Yes,” she barely whispered.
He watched her face as she experienced the strange mixture of pain and pleasure, pleased when she let it grip her euphorically.
Plunging deeply, he felt her surrender, and felt the reluctant stretch of her tight silk around him. Frenzy stormed through him, but he didn’t yield to his own tornadic need for her. Instead he rhythmically rocked her with his thrusts. Deep thrusts, paradise thrusts into her woman essence, to her core.
His gaze on her face, he felt her burning ache subside . Her body welcomed his possession, and he knew she only felt him lunging inside her.
“A heaven I never thought would happen again,” she whispered.
Allowing his essence to merge even more with her, he felt her pleasure and knew her thoughts. His thrusts were excruciatingly wonderful to her flesh—male to her female. A heaven lost, now found. Her thought delicately flamed through him, a pleasure unto itself.
“If only for awhile,” she whispered, fragile as a butterfly wing.
With each lunge, she moaned her pleasure. If she ever only allowed him this, he could live with it. But he vowed to know every flesh rapture with her.
“Your hands,” he passion whispered. “Let me have your hands.”
She raised her palms on either side of her head, and he captured them, pressing her hands into the cushioning of the sofa. He thrust more forcefully, more rapidly. She groaned with the absolute bliss of him taking her. Tears, like liquid diamonds, dripped from the corner of her eyes.
God's paradise, he wanted the taste of her tears. But he knew she would feel it as a violation. Now. Her bliss blossomed around him, into him. Caused him to strike deep, hold her still, storm his own savage bliss. Different. Radiantly different with her. Different than with any other woman.
It storm-blew him into eternity. Gently he kissed her mouth, gently enough she didn’t resist. He encouraged her bliss, longer and longer. Until he felt her gossamer floating
“Your voice feels like black velvet sliding over me. Goddess, yes, are you?”
“I could.” he enticed, his fingertips grazing the bottom of her foot.
Sedona squealed a moan, and he felt her want him inside her . She could not take her foot from him no matter how desperately she wished, or believed she should. He watched her loins ache, then become a wanton blaze, a fiery red sun-like energy. She wanted him.
“If I take my clothes off,” She heaved in breaths, her words forced. “Can you just be inside me?” She kept her eyes closed, and he knew she intended to keep them shut.
Volcano slid his thumb pad up the center of her sole, then lowered her foot. “Take off your clothes,” he softly growled, dissolving his own garments from his body. They formed in a pile close by.
Carnal glories , there was so much he wanted to do to her. With her. But he was going to have her as she desired. What she could pleasure tolerate from him. She shimmied softly out of the jacket, then reached down, and rolled off her pants. Volcano moved them out of the way, the sexual scents of her were heady as dark grape Venutian wine, and drove him to a higher desire.
Beautifully, she parted her thighs, her knees bent. An offering to him, she angled her hips. He wanted to touch her everywhere, know her before rejuvenation. Instead he emblazoned the sight of her to his private memory. His forever.
“I don’t want to do anything,” she gossamer spoke. “I just want to feel you. Please.” She spread her thighs a little wider.
“It will hurt,” he tenderly growled. “Even I can’t change that.” He knelt between her thighs, the tip of his cock almost touching her moist rosy desire.
“I know. It’s been a very long time,” she whispered.
He touched her blossomed rose with his tip. “Sedona,” he velvet groaned, then plunged. He lunged with force. Thrusting inside her sacred silk. Then, he waited. She whimpered sharply, both her pleasure and her pain.
“Yes,” she barely whispered.
He watched her face as she experienced the strange mixture of pain and pleasure, pleased when she let it grip her euphorically.
Plunging deeply, he felt her surrender, and felt the reluctant stretch of her tight silk around him. Frenzy stormed through him, but he didn’t yield to his own tornadic need for her. Instead he rhythmically rocked her with his thrusts. Deep thrusts, paradise thrusts into her woman essence, to her core.
His gaze on her face, he felt her burning ache subside . Her body welcomed his possession, and he knew she only felt him lunging inside her.
“A heaven I never thought would happen again,” she whispered.
Allowing his essence to merge even more with her, he felt her pleasure and knew her thoughts. His thrusts were excruciatingly wonderful to her flesh—male to her female. A heaven lost, now found. Her thought delicately flamed through him, a pleasure unto itself.
“If only for awhile,” she whispered, fragile as a butterfly wing.
With each lunge, she moaned her pleasure. If she ever only allowed him this, he could live with it. But he vowed to know every flesh rapture with her.
“Your hands,” he passion whispered. “Let me have your hands.”
She raised her palms on either side of her head, and he captured them, pressing her hands into the cushioning of the sofa. He thrust more forcefully, more rapidly. She groaned with the absolute bliss of him taking her. Tears, like liquid diamonds, dripped from the corner of her eyes.
God's paradise, he wanted the taste of her tears. But he knew she would feel it as a violation. Now. Her bliss blossomed around him, into him. Caused him to strike deep, hold her still, storm his own savage bliss. Different. Radiantly different with her. Different than with any other woman.
It storm-blew him into eternity. Gently he kissed her mouth, gently enough she didn’t resist. He encouraged her bliss, longer and longer. Until he felt her gossamer floating
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