her, panting, and kissed her back. “Jesus fuck, Lynn.”
She cupped his balls with a gentle squeeze and pushed him upright. He kissed her with intensity, licking the remains of his orgasm from her lips. Matthew was like a living flame, ignited by a passion so intense Lynn was certain she would melt.
Their first time together held its own special power, a divine intensity fueled by lust and inherent need. This was different, this was raw lust tinged with a building relationship. Matthew wasn’t her boyfriend, running his hands over her skin and taking her breasts in his mouth with a reverence of devotion. He was her lover. This was worship.
Matthew laid her down against the nest of pillows and kissed her, no longer fierce, but adoring. His tongue loved her. His lips loved her. His hands down her sides loved her. His kiss moved down her neck, across her collarbone, stealing her breath. Her body moved in motion with his, creating an ocean of sex.
He cupped her breasts and lavished them with his tongue. Sucking on her pebbled nipples drew moans between her breaths. She lived behind her eyelids, savoring his touch. She stole glances at him, watching his dark curls travel down her body. The difference in sensation surprised her. Behind her eyes, everything was a surprise, thrilling and intense. Watching him, watching someone love her body like this, made her feel strong and sexy. Her heart raced watching his head move down her body.
Matthew spoke French between her legs. Lynn curled her hands into the pillows, writhing against his tongue, panting his name as he fucked her opening. Burning ribbons of desire wrapped around her brain. She couldn’t see, couldn’t feel, couldn’t live in any other plane of existence except this very one, where Matthew jettisoned her into a world of divine pleasure.
“Come for me, Lovely.” He hummed against her swollen pussy. “Come for me.”
Lynn gasped at his naughty demand that her body jumped to obey. Matthew ordered her once more, and Lynn unwound like a spring. She shook and rolled as the heady intoxication of her orgasm overran her, and the only word she could say was, “Yes.”
He licked her clean, groaning his approval with each tremor pealing from her body as the orgasm subsided. When she was finally still, he crawled up the bed and framed her between his arms. Their tongues swirled together in a heated kiss. Lynn curled against him, savoring the heat from his body and the delicious calm that had overtaken her.
“That’s my good girl.” He bit her neck and she cried out. “My Juliet knows exactly how to behave.”
Propped up on one elbow, Matthew nudged her legs apart and stroked her. As his fingers mimicked the motions of his tongue from just moments earlier, Lynn opened up for him, thrusting against him, begging for his touch. He pressed his nose against her cheek and smiled.
“Are you ready for me again so soon?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “God, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes .”
On her last yes , he centered his cock against her opening and pushed so his head filled her. Lynn cried out, suddenly so full from his size, from her near-virgin pussy being stretched against him. They lay entwined together as he entered her completely, Lynn shuddering from the pain and pleasure.
“Stay with me, baby girl.” With his free hand, Matthew turned her cheek so she faced him. They locked eyes as he slowly thrust in and out. If she gasped in pain, he slowed. If she moaned, he gave her more.
Once she stopped whimpering, and instead moaned against every thrust, Matthew pushed himself upright. He sat on his knees and pulled her legs up to his shoulders. He kissed up both calves and then returned with his tongue. Lynn arched her back, forcing him deeper inside of her, and fondled her tits, loving the extra stimulation and the way it made him look at her. Matthew licked his thumb, rubbed it against her exposed clit, and let out a low, husky laugh as she bucked under him.
They
She cupped his balls with a gentle squeeze and pushed him upright. He kissed her with intensity, licking the remains of his orgasm from her lips. Matthew was like a living flame, ignited by a passion so intense Lynn was certain she would melt.
Their first time together held its own special power, a divine intensity fueled by lust and inherent need. This was different, this was raw lust tinged with a building relationship. Matthew wasn’t her boyfriend, running his hands over her skin and taking her breasts in his mouth with a reverence of devotion. He was her lover. This was worship.
Matthew laid her down against the nest of pillows and kissed her, no longer fierce, but adoring. His tongue loved her. His lips loved her. His hands down her sides loved her. His kiss moved down her neck, across her collarbone, stealing her breath. Her body moved in motion with his, creating an ocean of sex.
He cupped her breasts and lavished them with his tongue. Sucking on her pebbled nipples drew moans between her breaths. She lived behind her eyelids, savoring his touch. She stole glances at him, watching his dark curls travel down her body. The difference in sensation surprised her. Behind her eyes, everything was a surprise, thrilling and intense. Watching him, watching someone love her body like this, made her feel strong and sexy. Her heart raced watching his head move down her body.
Matthew spoke French between her legs. Lynn curled her hands into the pillows, writhing against his tongue, panting his name as he fucked her opening. Burning ribbons of desire wrapped around her brain. She couldn’t see, couldn’t feel, couldn’t live in any other plane of existence except this very one, where Matthew jettisoned her into a world of divine pleasure.
“Come for me, Lovely.” He hummed against her swollen pussy. “Come for me.”
Lynn gasped at his naughty demand that her body jumped to obey. Matthew ordered her once more, and Lynn unwound like a spring. She shook and rolled as the heady intoxication of her orgasm overran her, and the only word she could say was, “Yes.”
He licked her clean, groaning his approval with each tremor pealing from her body as the orgasm subsided. When she was finally still, he crawled up the bed and framed her between his arms. Their tongues swirled together in a heated kiss. Lynn curled against him, savoring the heat from his body and the delicious calm that had overtaken her.
“That’s my good girl.” He bit her neck and she cried out. “My Juliet knows exactly how to behave.”
Propped up on one elbow, Matthew nudged her legs apart and stroked her. As his fingers mimicked the motions of his tongue from just moments earlier, Lynn opened up for him, thrusting against him, begging for his touch. He pressed his nose against her cheek and smiled.
“Are you ready for me again so soon?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “God, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes .”
On her last yes , he centered his cock against her opening and pushed so his head filled her. Lynn cried out, suddenly so full from his size, from her near-virgin pussy being stretched against him. They lay entwined together as he entered her completely, Lynn shuddering from the pain and pleasure.
“Stay with me, baby girl.” With his free hand, Matthew turned her cheek so she faced him. They locked eyes as he slowly thrust in and out. If she gasped in pain, he slowed. If she moaned, he gave her more.
Once she stopped whimpering, and instead moaned against every thrust, Matthew pushed himself upright. He sat on his knees and pulled her legs up to his shoulders. He kissed up both calves and then returned with his tongue. Lynn arched her back, forcing him deeper inside of her, and fondled her tits, loving the extra stimulation and the way it made him look at her. Matthew licked his thumb, rubbed it against her exposed clit, and let out a low, husky laugh as she bucked under him.
They
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