tore it off and tossed it aside but I wanted her to undo my black jeans. I wanted her fingers working me over. I wanted to look down and see her head near my crotch as she teased the zipper down. Any time a guy sees a woman’s head near his crotch, that’s just damn fucking hot.
I stroked my tongue across the exposed curve of her breasts. “I want you,” she said, breathless, the air from her words puffing in my hair. I lowered her gently back against the bed and eased down on top of her. I ran my tongue up the length of her neck and kissed her again, hard and deep. She plunged her tongue in my mouth and she tasted as sweet as ever. It caused my gut to clench and made me hard as hell. I wanted her legs wrapped around my hips. I wanted to drive it in deep and hard, but I was going easy tonight. Soft and slow. Savoring each lick of her plump lips, each smooth curve of her body. I had thoughts of doing this to her every day, when I woke up, when I went to sleep - especially when I went to sleep. I had thoughts of wrapping my arms around her gorgeous nakedness and fucking her, soft and slow, every minute of every day.
A strand of her dark brown hair lay across her cheek. I smoothed it aside with the palm of my hand, pushing it back, feeling the shape of her face under my fingers, so tender and delicate. Her eyes fluttered a little and she looked at me with half open eyes. Something welled up inside of my chest. I had a fierce feeling to protect her, always protect her. Kissing her again I felt desperation, a kind of fervent need, that could keep me in her arms forever. I could taste this girl every day and still never have enough.
I kissed her neck, her shoulder, all the way to her delicious breasts. I caressed them, and rubbed the bud of her nipples with my thumbs, winding her up into a highly aroused state. Her moans were fucking hot. They made me suck her nipples into my mouth and lick them harder. My blood was on fire for this girl and my balls were aching. I desperately needed more of her.
I held her gaze and coasted my fingertips across the sensitive skin of her thighs. I trailed higher, between her legs, stroking and teasing her most tender areas. Her body jerked in response to the first touch and she cried out desperately. It made me smile. I liked to see the pleasure I gave her in her eyes. I leaned my body over hers and pinned her down with another kiss. I felt her give in and submit to the pleasure even more. I could feel it in her muscles, she was riding the wave of an orgasm already, panting and twisting under me. And I had done nothing but touch her little sweet spot.
“You like that, baby?” My voice came out raspy, my vocal chords heavily laden with testosterone.
“Yes…” she whimpered and her body bucked in reaction to the intense strokes of my fingertips. I slipped and slid my fingers in her wetness, but I had to finish her off tasting that wetness. Then after I was done fucking her with my tongue, I could fuck her soft and slow with my cock.
I kissed her softly; each slow kiss enhanced the bolts of pleasure that flooded my already raw nerves. She moaned against my mouth and I caressed her tongue, coaxing her into another kiss. My body moved with hers as my fingers did their work. I swear I could feel her heartbeat, pounding against my chest. It was a turn on, giving her pleasure, watching her move. It aroused me and would later push my orgasm to greater heights. She was wound up tight as a spring right now so I dipped down, to taste her, to use my tongue to take her over the edge. A deep pleasurable moan erupted from her lips and I knew she had crested and come.
She had curled her body up and grabbed my hair when she climaxed. I was breathing heavily when I lifted my head and I had to take a second to adore the sight. Her body was so beautiful and her eyes were burning with desire. With our gaze locked, she lay back down against the bed and I entered her slowly, controlling myself to be gentle
I stroked my tongue across the exposed curve of her breasts. “I want you,” she said, breathless, the air from her words puffing in my hair. I lowered her gently back against the bed and eased down on top of her. I ran my tongue up the length of her neck and kissed her again, hard and deep. She plunged her tongue in my mouth and she tasted as sweet as ever. It caused my gut to clench and made me hard as hell. I wanted her legs wrapped around my hips. I wanted to drive it in deep and hard, but I was going easy tonight. Soft and slow. Savoring each lick of her plump lips, each smooth curve of her body. I had thoughts of doing this to her every day, when I woke up, when I went to sleep - especially when I went to sleep. I had thoughts of wrapping my arms around her gorgeous nakedness and fucking her, soft and slow, every minute of every day.
A strand of her dark brown hair lay across her cheek. I smoothed it aside with the palm of my hand, pushing it back, feeling the shape of her face under my fingers, so tender and delicate. Her eyes fluttered a little and she looked at me with half open eyes. Something welled up inside of my chest. I had a fierce feeling to protect her, always protect her. Kissing her again I felt desperation, a kind of fervent need, that could keep me in her arms forever. I could taste this girl every day and still never have enough.
I kissed her neck, her shoulder, all the way to her delicious breasts. I caressed them, and rubbed the bud of her nipples with my thumbs, winding her up into a highly aroused state. Her moans were fucking hot. They made me suck her nipples into my mouth and lick them harder. My blood was on fire for this girl and my balls were aching. I desperately needed more of her.
I held her gaze and coasted my fingertips across the sensitive skin of her thighs. I trailed higher, between her legs, stroking and teasing her most tender areas. Her body jerked in response to the first touch and she cried out desperately. It made me smile. I liked to see the pleasure I gave her in her eyes. I leaned my body over hers and pinned her down with another kiss. I felt her give in and submit to the pleasure even more. I could feel it in her muscles, she was riding the wave of an orgasm already, panting and twisting under me. And I had done nothing but touch her little sweet spot.
“You like that, baby?” My voice came out raspy, my vocal chords heavily laden with testosterone.
“Yes…” she whimpered and her body bucked in reaction to the intense strokes of my fingertips. I slipped and slid my fingers in her wetness, but I had to finish her off tasting that wetness. Then after I was done fucking her with my tongue, I could fuck her soft and slow with my cock.
I kissed her softly; each slow kiss enhanced the bolts of pleasure that flooded my already raw nerves. She moaned against my mouth and I caressed her tongue, coaxing her into another kiss. My body moved with hers as my fingers did their work. I swear I could feel her heartbeat, pounding against my chest. It was a turn on, giving her pleasure, watching her move. It aroused me and would later push my orgasm to greater heights. She was wound up tight as a spring right now so I dipped down, to taste her, to use my tongue to take her over the edge. A deep pleasurable moan erupted from her lips and I knew she had crested and come.
She had curled her body up and grabbed my hair when she climaxed. I was breathing heavily when I lifted my head and I had to take a second to adore the sight. Her body was so beautiful and her eyes were burning with desire. With our gaze locked, she lay back down against the bed and I entered her slowly, controlling myself to be gentle
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