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her womanhood.
When he began licking and sucking her womanhood, she leaned her body back on her elbows, unable to contain such sensual feelings, her body too ripe, too ready, too sex-starved to not grow wet with hunger. His tongue was expert, as he buried his head between her legs, as she grabbed his full head of silky brown hair in her hands to ease, to not ease, his explorations. She had never, not ever, felt this way before.
Robert knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. Not the way Bree smelled and tasted and turned him on to such an extent that his manhood was expanding almost beyond his skin. He stood up and stepped out of his pants. He slipped off his shirt, revealing to Bree a body of iron abs and a penis so thick, so massive, that she almost licked her lips. She wanted this.
Robert wanted her too, wanted her even more as he was kissing her womanhood, as he had taken his fingers inside of her to moisture her, to feel the fit. She was tight and narrow, the way he loved it, but he was also concerned, given his massive size, that this may be too painful for her. As he reached down and took her into his arms, and carried this cherished woman into his bedroom, he knew he had to take it easy. His fear, his greatest concern, was that, given that it was Brianna, he wasn’t going to be able to.
When he laid her on the bed and got on top of her, he was able to take it slow and easy. He continued to kiss her, to suck on her, to pamper her with affection. And when he entered her, he entered so slowly that he began to drip before he was even halfway there. But by the time he was halfway in, and her wet, pliable body was allowing him passage further and further in, and he was catching his rhythm, his control broke. This was Brianna. This was the woman he had been thinking about, dreaming about ever since he saw her innocent face on that screen. And he pounded.
“Oh, Brianna!” he yelled in a guttural tone as he pounded, as every muscle in his body fell prey to that sweetness between her legs.
Bree felt it too, as he pumped her. She had never dreamed being with him would be this intense, this emotional, or would feel this unbelievable. She screamed out too, as he pounded her, as she held onto the head board when he would not relent, as the intensity would not relent.
When the climax came, her body felt as if it was levitating. She arched her back in an almost catlike, acrobatic maneuver. He held her bare ass tightly against him, her legs wrapped in a death grip around him, as his penis made that final push so deep down within her that it seared her. And both bodies, eviscerated, exhausted, rammed back down.
***
The jet-black Mercedes stopped at the curb in front of the Omni Hotel. Robert, who was behind the wheel, looked over at Bree. He had not wanted her to leave, not after what he had just experienced. Not after the kind of lovemaking that had stunned him in its intensity. And if an experienced man like him had been so captivated, he could only imagine how absolutely different Bree must have felt. She was so spooked, in fact, that she had decided to leave shortly thereafter. Robert was disappointed, he wanted to hold her all night if he could have, but he understood. Because he was spooked, too. And with his crazy schedule, he knew he shouldn’t dream of taking on this kind of intense, emotionally-loaded relationship in any event.
“Thanks for the lift,” Bree said, her hand on the leather door handle.
The idea of going back to his empty apartment, without Bree, made him feel an instantaneous sense of loneliness. And he couldn’t help it. He wanted her. “The Patrick trial is set to begin next week so I’ve got to leave for LA this weekend. But I want to see you again when I get back, Brianna,” he said.
Bree
When he began licking and sucking her womanhood, she leaned her body back on her elbows, unable to contain such sensual feelings, her body too ripe, too ready, too sex-starved to not grow wet with hunger. His tongue was expert, as he buried his head between her legs, as she grabbed his full head of silky brown hair in her hands to ease, to not ease, his explorations. She had never, not ever, felt this way before.
Robert knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. Not the way Bree smelled and tasted and turned him on to such an extent that his manhood was expanding almost beyond his skin. He stood up and stepped out of his pants. He slipped off his shirt, revealing to Bree a body of iron abs and a penis so thick, so massive, that she almost licked her lips. She wanted this.
Robert wanted her too, wanted her even more as he was kissing her womanhood, as he had taken his fingers inside of her to moisture her, to feel the fit. She was tight and narrow, the way he loved it, but he was also concerned, given his massive size, that this may be too painful for her. As he reached down and took her into his arms, and carried this cherished woman into his bedroom, he knew he had to take it easy. His fear, his greatest concern, was that, given that it was Brianna, he wasn’t going to be able to.
When he laid her on the bed and got on top of her, he was able to take it slow and easy. He continued to kiss her, to suck on her, to pamper her with affection. And when he entered her, he entered so slowly that he began to drip before he was even halfway there. But by the time he was halfway in, and her wet, pliable body was allowing him passage further and further in, and he was catching his rhythm, his control broke. This was Brianna. This was the woman he had been thinking about, dreaming about ever since he saw her innocent face on that screen. And he pounded.
“Oh, Brianna!” he yelled in a guttural tone as he pounded, as every muscle in his body fell prey to that sweetness between her legs.
Bree felt it too, as he pumped her. She had never dreamed being with him would be this intense, this emotional, or would feel this unbelievable. She screamed out too, as he pounded her, as she held onto the head board when he would not relent, as the intensity would not relent.
When the climax came, her body felt as if it was levitating. She arched her back in an almost catlike, acrobatic maneuver. He held her bare ass tightly against him, her legs wrapped in a death grip around him, as his penis made that final push so deep down within her that it seared her. And both bodies, eviscerated, exhausted, rammed back down.
***
The jet-black Mercedes stopped at the curb in front of the Omni Hotel. Robert, who was behind the wheel, looked over at Bree. He had not wanted her to leave, not after what he had just experienced. Not after the kind of lovemaking that had stunned him in its intensity. And if an experienced man like him had been so captivated, he could only imagine how absolutely different Bree must have felt. She was so spooked, in fact, that she had decided to leave shortly thereafter. Robert was disappointed, he wanted to hold her all night if he could have, but he understood. Because he was spooked, too. And with his crazy schedule, he knew he shouldn’t dream of taking on this kind of intense, emotionally-loaded relationship in any event.
“Thanks for the lift,” Bree said, her hand on the leather door handle.
The idea of going back to his empty apartment, without Bree, made him feel an instantaneous sense of loneliness. And he couldn’t help it. He wanted her. “The Patrick trial is set to begin next week so I’ve got to leave for LA this weekend. But I want to see you again when I get back, Brianna,” he said.
Bree
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