to his knees as his fingertips found the edge of my panties. Lying back I opened my legs to him as he found the slit in the lace. He took a second to look up and catch my eyes as I licked my lips.
“I get it”
His fingers trailed over the lace and then delved into my wetness as I sighed and closed my eyes. His tongue darted in and started making slow deliberate circles around my clit. My juice stained his lips as he moved back up and shared it with me. Then I took my turn in slipping off his boxer shorts and I was about to make my mouth work when I had a great idea.
Sitting up I reached for my glass and took a small sip, I had never tried this before but tonight was the night. Carefully I held the cold liquid in my mouth before I pushed my lips over the head of his cock. He shivered as I let the cold liquid and bubbles break over his skin before swallowing it down, now warmed from the heat of our bodies. I watched his expression.
“Oh my god you can do that again” he exclaimed. I took another sip and repeated the move as I felt him harden even more. I was about to go for a third when he caught my hand and pulled me into his embrace.
“If you do that again then this will be over before I've had the chance to please you” he groaned.
“And that would never do” I said, pressing down onto his body as my lips caught his.
We switched places as James swept first hands and then tongue over my body getting it to the tip of desire. Then as if it was our very first time he tenderly and infinitely slowly inched inside me. I throbbed around him as he held still and just stared directly into my eyes.
“I absolutely adore you” he breathed before his lips claimed mine. As our bodies moved together I rose higher and higher with the tempo of his thrusts. It was like I was flying, swooping and gliding on the winds until the hot thermal took me to the pinnacle. It held me there for breathless minutes until I fell, spiralling back down to earth and the firm feel of James' body pressing atop of me.
For moments after we lay connected, our eyes never broke apart and it was almost as if our souls were touching. Shakily James rolled off me before I snuggled into his arms.
“I never dreamed this day would ever come”
“I always held the wild hope that it would, and all thanks to our amazing children” he said, refusing to let go of Mitchell being his son. Tears fell softly down his cheek, the loss still so close to the surface. I kissed them away my own throat too tight to speak. I had no words to comfort him with as I knew that the pain was replicated within m y daughter' s heart. At least James had me beside him, my daughter was alone and struggling.
Untangling his arms I sat up and reached for my phone.
“Is everything alright?”
“Yes, just sending Charlotte a good night kiss. I'm worried about her” I said. Then I poured us both the remnants of the champagne and we toasted the start of our married life.
In her room across the hall Charlotte pulled off her dress, she was drunk, lonely and frustrated. How could Zach reject her like that! She had thrown herself at him and where had it got her. The sheets on the bed were cold as she slipped beneath them, seething with pent up desire. Closing her eyes she found Mitchell there, angry at her betrayal again as he walked out. Opening them she tossed and turned for an hour before getting up and padding across to the bathroom.
She turned the shower on and waited for it to warm up. At the same time she glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Zach was right, she had lost a shocking amount of weight and the gaunt look didn't suit her. Stepping into the shower she let the hot water kiss her sensitive nipples. Grabbing the shower head she swept it over her body, closing her eyes as the water tickled her. Then with focus she arched her hips towards the spray and foun d a quic k release it its arc. All the while she tried to imagine Mitchell but all she
“I get it”
His fingers trailed over the lace and then delved into my wetness as I sighed and closed my eyes. His tongue darted in and started making slow deliberate circles around my clit. My juice stained his lips as he moved back up and shared it with me. Then I took my turn in slipping off his boxer shorts and I was about to make my mouth work when I had a great idea.
Sitting up I reached for my glass and took a small sip, I had never tried this before but tonight was the night. Carefully I held the cold liquid in my mouth before I pushed my lips over the head of his cock. He shivered as I let the cold liquid and bubbles break over his skin before swallowing it down, now warmed from the heat of our bodies. I watched his expression.
“Oh my god you can do that again” he exclaimed. I took another sip and repeated the move as I felt him harden even more. I was about to go for a third when he caught my hand and pulled me into his embrace.
“If you do that again then this will be over before I've had the chance to please you” he groaned.
“And that would never do” I said, pressing down onto his body as my lips caught his.
We switched places as James swept first hands and then tongue over my body getting it to the tip of desire. Then as if it was our very first time he tenderly and infinitely slowly inched inside me. I throbbed around him as he held still and just stared directly into my eyes.
“I absolutely adore you” he breathed before his lips claimed mine. As our bodies moved together I rose higher and higher with the tempo of his thrusts. It was like I was flying, swooping and gliding on the winds until the hot thermal took me to the pinnacle. It held me there for breathless minutes until I fell, spiralling back down to earth and the firm feel of James' body pressing atop of me.
For moments after we lay connected, our eyes never broke apart and it was almost as if our souls were touching. Shakily James rolled off me before I snuggled into his arms.
“I never dreamed this day would ever come”
“I always held the wild hope that it would, and all thanks to our amazing children” he said, refusing to let go of Mitchell being his son. Tears fell softly down his cheek, the loss still so close to the surface. I kissed them away my own throat too tight to speak. I had no words to comfort him with as I knew that the pain was replicated within m y daughter' s heart. At least James had me beside him, my daughter was alone and struggling.
Untangling his arms I sat up and reached for my phone.
“Is everything alright?”
“Yes, just sending Charlotte a good night kiss. I'm worried about her” I said. Then I poured us both the remnants of the champagne and we toasted the start of our married life.
In her room across the hall Charlotte pulled off her dress, she was drunk, lonely and frustrated. How could Zach reject her like that! She had thrown herself at him and where had it got her. The sheets on the bed were cold as she slipped beneath them, seething with pent up desire. Closing her eyes she found Mitchell there, angry at her betrayal again as he walked out. Opening them she tossed and turned for an hour before getting up and padding across to the bathroom.
She turned the shower on and waited for it to warm up. At the same time she glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Zach was right, she had lost a shocking amount of weight and the gaunt look didn't suit her. Stepping into the shower she let the hot water kiss her sensitive nipples. Grabbing the shower head she swept it over her body, closing her eyes as the water tickled her. Then with focus she arched her hips towards the spray and foun d a quic k release it its arc. All the while she tried to imagine Mitchell but all she
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