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Authors: Sharon Hamilton
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skimmed down her flat tummy to the arch of her slender hips. His fingers followed the crease of the triangle of the apex of her thighs. Slowly he glided, until he heard another delicious moan. He answered it with a low growl as his fingers discovered the slit already wet with her own desire. Slowly he ran a forefinger up and down her as she bent her knees, arched backward into him, and allowed him full access.
He one-handedly fumbled with the button and zipper of his cargo pants, keeping two fingers embedded in her silky, wet insides. His cock bounced to life, and immediately rooted at her beautiful ass, tracing the slim crease between her cheeks.
He slipped his shoes off and stepped out of the pile his pants made. He had an eight-inch scar on his chest, curved like the knife that got him there, so he left his shirt on. With both hands free, he rubbed down the length of her velvety thighs, loving the way her head rolled onto his shoulder.
Then she righted herself, raising her arms above her head, holding herself up on the sliding glass doorjamb. She pressed her butt into him and leaned forward so he could enter her from behind.
He had a fleeting thought that maybe she would be visualizing someone else pleasuring her, perhaps one of her other lovers with a more handsome face, someone she wanted like he wanted and fantasized about her. She might think of someone else just like he did when he had sex with anyone else. He knew that one well. He wouldn’t blame her. And he wouldn’t know the difference until it was all over. If she wouldn’t look at him, then he would know what she’d done.
He figured it would be worth it. Maybe. Just maybe.
He wanted to say something to her, but held it inside. He bent his knees and felt her warm folds with the head of his cock. He had to watch as he slid into her. One hand lay against the small of her back, the other one at her upper thigh, bracing himself as his gentle in and out brought out her gasps and moans of pleasure. He felt the same way, but kept silent.
Pretty lady, you have no idea how much I love you, have always loved you.
The look of his member disappearing into her made it nearly impossible to maintain his composure. He adjusted his stance, picked her up with his thrusting, her feet gently leaving the ground as she accepted him deep.
She was early to come, shuddering, the tanned cheeks of her ass melting over his thighs as her body pitched. He slowed down, wanting to prolong her pleasure. She was gripping the metal doorframe, forcing her forehead against her forearms, moving from side to side.
As her fluttering ended, she reached around and grabbed his ass with both hands, grinding into him. “God, Fredo, Oh, my god.”
At first he wasn’t sure he’d heard right. The sound of his name on her lips elicited a growl from deep in his chest as he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in the back of her neck, needing to have the scent of her hair all around him, urgently needing her deep, needing the lifeline her fine young body gave him.
Save me, Mia.
He wanted it to last longer, but he shot inside her. He didn’t want time to slip away. He wished he could fill her forever.
“Yes, baby,” he heard her breathe as she arched again, reaching her arm back over her, running her fingers through his hair as he thrust one last time, lifting her again off the ground.
He didn’t want to set her feet back on the ground. He held her securely, his arm draped over her breasts as she undulated against him until he was completely spent.
She wiggled free, which at first worried him. Sliding off his cock, her tweaked nipples smashed into him as she turned and drew her thighs up over his hips, planting a big kiss on his mouth. She sucked his tongue into hers. He was emboldened that she would look into his face and not find the flaw of his features. She was as needy for him as he had been—was—for her.
At last he chanced a word. “Mia,” he whispered, between her
He one-handedly fumbled with the button and zipper of his cargo pants, keeping two fingers embedded in her silky, wet insides. His cock bounced to life, and immediately rooted at her beautiful ass, tracing the slim crease between her cheeks.
He slipped his shoes off and stepped out of the pile his pants made. He had an eight-inch scar on his chest, curved like the knife that got him there, so he left his shirt on. With both hands free, he rubbed down the length of her velvety thighs, loving the way her head rolled onto his shoulder.
Then she righted herself, raising her arms above her head, holding herself up on the sliding glass doorjamb. She pressed her butt into him and leaned forward so he could enter her from behind.
He had a fleeting thought that maybe she would be visualizing someone else pleasuring her, perhaps one of her other lovers with a more handsome face, someone she wanted like he wanted and fantasized about her. She might think of someone else just like he did when he had sex with anyone else. He knew that one well. He wouldn’t blame her. And he wouldn’t know the difference until it was all over. If she wouldn’t look at him, then he would know what she’d done.
He figured it would be worth it. Maybe. Just maybe.
He wanted to say something to her, but held it inside. He bent his knees and felt her warm folds with the head of his cock. He had to watch as he slid into her. One hand lay against the small of her back, the other one at her upper thigh, bracing himself as his gentle in and out brought out her gasps and moans of pleasure. He felt the same way, but kept silent.
Pretty lady, you have no idea how much I love you, have always loved you.
The look of his member disappearing into her made it nearly impossible to maintain his composure. He adjusted his stance, picked her up with his thrusting, her feet gently leaving the ground as she accepted him deep.
She was early to come, shuddering, the tanned cheeks of her ass melting over his thighs as her body pitched. He slowed down, wanting to prolong her pleasure. She was gripping the metal doorframe, forcing her forehead against her forearms, moving from side to side.
As her fluttering ended, she reached around and grabbed his ass with both hands, grinding into him. “God, Fredo, Oh, my god.”
At first he wasn’t sure he’d heard right. The sound of his name on her lips elicited a growl from deep in his chest as he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in the back of her neck, needing to have the scent of her hair all around him, urgently needing her deep, needing the lifeline her fine young body gave him.
Save me, Mia.
He wanted it to last longer, but he shot inside her. He didn’t want time to slip away. He wished he could fill her forever.
“Yes, baby,” he heard her breathe as she arched again, reaching her arm back over her, running her fingers through his hair as he thrust one last time, lifting her again off the ground.
He didn’t want to set her feet back on the ground. He held her securely, his arm draped over her breasts as she undulated against him until he was completely spent.
She wiggled free, which at first worried him. Sliding off his cock, her tweaked nipples smashed into him as she turned and drew her thighs up over his hips, planting a big kiss on his mouth. She sucked his tongue into hers. He was emboldened that she would look into his face and not find the flaw of his features. She was as needy for him as he had been—was—for her.
At last he chanced a word. “Mia,” he whispered, between her
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