to my waist, and I glory in the feel
of his touch, skin to skin—his hungry mouth at my breasts
and his skilled long fingers caressing and stroking me,
cherishing me. Moving over my hips, over my behind, and
down my leg to my knee, and all this time he’s kissing and
sucking my breasts—oh my.
Grasping my knee, he suddenly hitches my leg up,
curling it over his hips, making me gasp, and I feel rather
than see his responding grin against my skin. He rolls over
so that I am astride him and hands me a foil packet.
I shift back, taking him in my hands, and I just can’t
resist him in all his glory. I bend and kiss him, taking him in
my mouth, swirling my tongue around him, then sucking
hard. He groans and flexes his hips so that he’s deeper in
my mouth.
Mmm . . . he tastes good. I want him inside me. I sit
up and gaze at him; he’s breathless, mouth open, watching
me intently.
me intently.
Hurriedly I tear open the condom and unroll it over
him. He holds out his hands for me. I take one and with
my other hand, position myself over him, then slowly claim
him as mine.
He groans low in his throat, closing his eyes.
The feel of him in me . . . stretching . . . filling me—
I moan softly—it’s divine. He places his hands on my hips
and moves me up, down, and pushes into me. Oh . . . it’s
so good.
“Oh, baby,” he whispers, and suddenly he sits up so
we’re nose to nose, and the sensation is extraordinary—so
full. I gasp, grabbing his upper arms as he clasps my head
in his hands and gazes into my eyes—his intense and gray,
burning with desire.
“Oh, Ana. What you make me feel,” he murmurs and
kisses me passionately with fervent ardor. I kiss him back,
dizzy with the delicious feeling of him buried deep inside
me.
“Oh, I love you,” I murmur. He groans as if pained to
hear my whispered words and rolls over, taking me with
him without breaking our precious contact, so that I’m
lying beneath him. I wrap my legs around his waist.
He stares down at me with adoring wonder, and I am
sure I mirr
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