returning his scorching hot touches with just as much fervent urgency. His hands were all over her, and her hands were all over him, fevered touches exploring each other’s body—which by now they knew so well—hungry mouths locked and eager tongues swirling.
Dirk slid a hand up her naked thigh, his fingertips digging into her flesh deep enough that he was probably going to create bruises. She didn’t seem to mind. He splayed a hot palm over her mons and began teasing her clitoris with his thumb, grinning when he heard her gasp in surprise and pleasure.
He cupped one of her breasts with his free hand, feeling the soft contours and pinching the nipple enough to sting but not to hurt. His mouth came into play soon after, leaving a hot trail of kisses and love bites down her throat and along her collarbone. He always tried to be careful and not leave any visible marks, but sometimes his enthusiasm just got the best of him. It was hard to keep himself in check with a woman as explosively sexy as Camilla.
She reached out to take his cock into his hand and began stroking him. Dirk growled and slapped her hand away. He was the one in control. He was the one taking the initiative. Camilla groaned in pleased frustration and laid her head back against the wall, looking up at him through eyes at half-mast with ecstasy. God, but I could come just from looking at her! he thought.
Dirk kept on touching and teasing and tantalizing until she was wet and hot enough that she felt ready to burst. Only then did he take her. He lifted up her thigh and wrapped her leg around his waist, and he took her. He didn’t indulge in any slow movements. This particular session wasn’t one for indulging; it was one for fire. It was one for fast movements, harsh gasps, and low, guttural moans. It was one for hip thrusting and neck biting.
Camilla welcomed him just as readily, just as wildly. She abandoned herself to their moment of all-consuming passion completely. She always did, and it was one of the many things about her that drove him absolutely crazy.
The orgasm was an explosion of white light that brought with it a short circuit of his brain. For a few, blissful moments, Dirk was unable to think of anything, feel anything, or experience anything that wasn’t the absolute ecstasy of his climax. Camilla came with him. They had been coming simultaneously for a while now, but neither of them was willing to stop and think about what that might mean.
Once they had both regained their bearings, Dirk put her back down and disentangled himself carefully. They got dressed in silence, but it wasn’t awkward. Their silences were never uncomfortable, and they never thought of asking themselves why.
“I’ll see you in the morning,” he said once he was ready to go and already halfway to the door.
Camilla nodded. If she felt like he was using her, she never said anything. Maybe she was using him, too. Dirk had no idea why, but the thought that that may be the case really pissed him off.
He didn’t feel like attempting sleep just yet, so he walked through the dark, silent house to the common room. He was looking for peace and quiet. He was looking to maybe read a book by the fireplace. He was not looking for a heart-to-heart, which was why he wasn’t all too happy to discover that he wasn’t the only insomniac in the household.
Stephan had preceded him and was reading a heavy tome on one of the brown leather armchairs by the fireplace. The flames and the reading lamp were the only sources of light in the otherwise pitch-black room.
Dirk advanced carefully. He knew that leaving now would arise suspicion and bring on questions; there was no way Stephan hadn’t noticed his presence. Stephan always noticed everything. It was unnatural and, quite frankly, exasperating.
He took a seat in the other armchair and stretched his legs out, sighing in contentment despite everything when the warmth of the
Dirk slid a hand up her naked thigh, his fingertips digging into her flesh deep enough that he was probably going to create bruises. She didn’t seem to mind. He splayed a hot palm over her mons and began teasing her clitoris with his thumb, grinning when he heard her gasp in surprise and pleasure.
He cupped one of her breasts with his free hand, feeling the soft contours and pinching the nipple enough to sting but not to hurt. His mouth came into play soon after, leaving a hot trail of kisses and love bites down her throat and along her collarbone. He always tried to be careful and not leave any visible marks, but sometimes his enthusiasm just got the best of him. It was hard to keep himself in check with a woman as explosively sexy as Camilla.
She reached out to take his cock into his hand and began stroking him. Dirk growled and slapped her hand away. He was the one in control. He was the one taking the initiative. Camilla groaned in pleased frustration and laid her head back against the wall, looking up at him through eyes at half-mast with ecstasy. God, but I could come just from looking at her! he thought.
Dirk kept on touching and teasing and tantalizing until she was wet and hot enough that she felt ready to burst. Only then did he take her. He lifted up her thigh and wrapped her leg around his waist, and he took her. He didn’t indulge in any slow movements. This particular session wasn’t one for indulging; it was one for fire. It was one for fast movements, harsh gasps, and low, guttural moans. It was one for hip thrusting and neck biting.
Camilla welcomed him just as readily, just as wildly. She abandoned herself to their moment of all-consuming passion completely. She always did, and it was one of the many things about her that drove him absolutely crazy.
The orgasm was an explosion of white light that brought with it a short circuit of his brain. For a few, blissful moments, Dirk was unable to think of anything, feel anything, or experience anything that wasn’t the absolute ecstasy of his climax. Camilla came with him. They had been coming simultaneously for a while now, but neither of them was willing to stop and think about what that might mean.
Once they had both regained their bearings, Dirk put her back down and disentangled himself carefully. They got dressed in silence, but it wasn’t awkward. Their silences were never uncomfortable, and they never thought of asking themselves why.
“I’ll see you in the morning,” he said once he was ready to go and already halfway to the door.
Camilla nodded. If she felt like he was using her, she never said anything. Maybe she was using him, too. Dirk had no idea why, but the thought that that may be the case really pissed him off.
He didn’t feel like attempting sleep just yet, so he walked through the dark, silent house to the common room. He was looking for peace and quiet. He was looking to maybe read a book by the fireplace. He was not looking for a heart-to-heart, which was why he wasn’t all too happy to discover that he wasn’t the only insomniac in the household.
Stephan had preceded him and was reading a heavy tome on one of the brown leather armchairs by the fireplace. The flames and the reading lamp were the only sources of light in the otherwise pitch-black room.
Dirk advanced carefully. He knew that leaving now would arise suspicion and bring on questions; there was no way Stephan hadn’t noticed his presence. Stephan always noticed everything. It was unnatural and, quite frankly, exasperating.
He took a seat in the other armchair and stretched his legs out, sighing in contentment despite everything when the warmth of the
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