she says thoughtfully.
“Maybe she can help make me look cool,” I say jokingly, turning my head to show her my best side in vogue style.
“I hate to be the one to break it to you, babe, but you’re not giving her much to work with right now.”
She tries to hide her smile, miserably, but it’s the insult that counts.
“Yeah. Andi?” I move slowly, but she’s already watching me closely.
“Yes?”
“You need to run.”
She shrieks, jumps up from the couch, and runs as fast as her laughter will allow her. As she rounds the loveseat, I jump over it and catch her in my arms. “Silly girl. Did you really think you’d get away with that?”
In my usual fashion, I throw her over my shoulder and trot up the stairs with her laughter echoing off the walls. When I reach the bed, the realization that this is our last full night together for a very long time hits me full force. Right in the chest. It feels like a vise is squeezing the breath out of me just thinking about leaving her tomorrow morning. As I put her down, I gently stroke her face with my knuckles, drinking in every detail of her face like it’s the last time I’ll see her.
She feels the change in the air and joins me in a more serious, somber manner. Her hands reach up to cradle my face. Her touch is soft and loving as she gently rubs my cheeks and runs her fingers through my hair. My eyes involuntarily close for a moment as I commit the feeling of her touch and scent to my memory. Her plump, soft lips lightly touch mine in the most erotic way before I feel her tongue lightly flick against the part in my lips.
Opening up to consume every bit she’s giving me, I thread my fingers through her hair, tilt her head for better access, and thoroughly kiss her. Our tongues sway in their own erotic dance, rubbing, stroking, and massaging. Moving from her mouth, I trail kisses along her jaw to her ear, and then down her neck to the indentation at her collarbone. The taste of her skin, the silky feel of her neck, and the chill bumps that reveal her desire are my aphrodisiacs.
“I love you. You drive me crazy, baby,” I murmur, my lips against her skin.
Her fingers find the hem of my shirt and she slowly lifts it, letting her fingers trail across my skin, heating me to the core. I’m already breathing heavily but not from any exertion. It’s from pure desire. Snatching my shirt over my head, I toss it to the side and watch her as she traces my muscles with her fingers until she reaches my pants. She pops the button open and slides the zipper down while keeping her eyes locked with mine.
When she touches me, I lose all semblance of control. Before I know it, we’re on the bed, my body covering hers, and I’m poised and ready to plunge into her. My arms frame her face, our foreheads touching as I push forward and bury myself deep inside her. Her body arches up, taking me in to the hilt, as she cries out in pleasure.
The first tear escapes from her eye and rolls down her temple only to be quickly followed by a small river. Over and over, I surge into her, whisper in her ear, and give her all I have. All of my love. All of me.
“I can’t get enough of you, baby,” I grunt. “Don’t plan on getting any sleep tonight.”
“I don’t need sleep. I only need you. Luke,” She screams my name as I hit her sweet spot.
“Mmm, right there?” I ask as she cries out again.
“I can’t talk when you do that,” she protests breathily.
“Do what?” I ask as I push forward and arch back again.
“Oh, God, Luke!” Her fingernails leave their mark on my skin. Her sex squeezes me — clenching, quivering, and gripping until I can’t hold back another second.
Groaning her name, I empty myself deep inside her as she rides out her orgasm. I can’t bring myself to move off of her. The way we’re joined together as one person is sheer perfection. The way her body accommodates me, molds to fit me, it’s all as if she’s made for only me.
She is the only
“Maybe she can help make me look cool,” I say jokingly, turning my head to show her my best side in vogue style.
“I hate to be the one to break it to you, babe, but you’re not giving her much to work with right now.”
She tries to hide her smile, miserably, but it’s the insult that counts.
“Yeah. Andi?” I move slowly, but she’s already watching me closely.
“Yes?”
“You need to run.”
She shrieks, jumps up from the couch, and runs as fast as her laughter will allow her. As she rounds the loveseat, I jump over it and catch her in my arms. “Silly girl. Did you really think you’d get away with that?”
In my usual fashion, I throw her over my shoulder and trot up the stairs with her laughter echoing off the walls. When I reach the bed, the realization that this is our last full night together for a very long time hits me full force. Right in the chest. It feels like a vise is squeezing the breath out of me just thinking about leaving her tomorrow morning. As I put her down, I gently stroke her face with my knuckles, drinking in every detail of her face like it’s the last time I’ll see her.
She feels the change in the air and joins me in a more serious, somber manner. Her hands reach up to cradle my face. Her touch is soft and loving as she gently rubs my cheeks and runs her fingers through my hair. My eyes involuntarily close for a moment as I commit the feeling of her touch and scent to my memory. Her plump, soft lips lightly touch mine in the most erotic way before I feel her tongue lightly flick against the part in my lips.
Opening up to consume every bit she’s giving me, I thread my fingers through her hair, tilt her head for better access, and thoroughly kiss her. Our tongues sway in their own erotic dance, rubbing, stroking, and massaging. Moving from her mouth, I trail kisses along her jaw to her ear, and then down her neck to the indentation at her collarbone. The taste of her skin, the silky feel of her neck, and the chill bumps that reveal her desire are my aphrodisiacs.
“I love you. You drive me crazy, baby,” I murmur, my lips against her skin.
Her fingers find the hem of my shirt and she slowly lifts it, letting her fingers trail across my skin, heating me to the core. I’m already breathing heavily but not from any exertion. It’s from pure desire. Snatching my shirt over my head, I toss it to the side and watch her as she traces my muscles with her fingers until she reaches my pants. She pops the button open and slides the zipper down while keeping her eyes locked with mine.
When she touches me, I lose all semblance of control. Before I know it, we’re on the bed, my body covering hers, and I’m poised and ready to plunge into her. My arms frame her face, our foreheads touching as I push forward and bury myself deep inside her. Her body arches up, taking me in to the hilt, as she cries out in pleasure.
The first tear escapes from her eye and rolls down her temple only to be quickly followed by a small river. Over and over, I surge into her, whisper in her ear, and give her all I have. All of my love. All of me.
“I can’t get enough of you, baby,” I grunt. “Don’t plan on getting any sleep tonight.”
“I don’t need sleep. I only need you. Luke,” She screams my name as I hit her sweet spot.
“Mmm, right there?” I ask as she cries out again.
“I can’t talk when you do that,” she protests breathily.
“Do what?” I ask as I push forward and arch back again.
“Oh, God, Luke!” Her fingernails leave their mark on my skin. Her sex squeezes me — clenching, quivering, and gripping until I can’t hold back another second.
Groaning her name, I empty myself deep inside her as she rides out her orgasm. I can’t bring myself to move off of her. The way we’re joined together as one person is sheer perfection. The way her body accommodates me, molds to fit me, it’s all as if she’s made for only me.
She is the only
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