tonight what would happen when you leave.”
He recalled the missive on his dresser. He opened his mouth to tell her of the news, but her fingers drew his fly down and curled around his length. A groan ripped past his lips as all possible thoughts fled his mind. “I don’t want to leave you.”
“I don’t want you to, either.”
The guilt punched him in the gut. He knew he should tell her, but seeing the desire in her eyes, the feel of her grip around his cock, he couldn’t push the words out. He kissed her as she worked his pants down over his hips and to his feet. Stepping out of them, he lifted her up into his arms and threw her onto the mattress.
Jenesi giggled. “You do that so well.” She reached for him and brought him over her.
He’d never get enough of her. No matter how many times they made love, it wouldn’t be enough. He covered her face with kisses, trailing his lips over her chin to her chest and stopping to worship her breasts. While his fingers kneaded one globe, he used his tongue to lavish attention to the tightening bud of the other. She tasted of sweetness and spice. Her very own perfume drifted to his nose as he drew in deep breaths of her skin. A whimper sounded from her every time he nipped her flesh.
He reached the apex between her legs and teased her slit. Her back arched into his hand, forcing his finger into her wetness. It amazed him how fast she responded to him. Her passion, her pleasure, became his. He’d do anything for her.
Nibbling a path to her mound, he shifted his position until he lay between her legs. He breathed in her essence, the scent that belonged only to her. Giving her a tantalizing swipe, he groaned as he tasted her again. Need gripped him with each lick. He couldn’t remember ever enjoying a woman like this, ever taking the time to love a woman until she became a wild mess in his arms. He’d never found a woman who could match his passion, his roughness, or his lovemaking. But then maybe he’d never truly made love to a woman, until her.
Jenesi threaded her fingers through his hair, her legs going slack to allow him more room. Her trust in him nourished his desire to please her. He didn’t need a second invitation. He darted his tongue out to tease the tight bundle of nerves. Her hips pressed into his face as he suctioned her clit.
It didn’t take long for her to fall apart. He quickly grabbed a condom from the nightstand, donned it, and positioned himself over her. He found her opening with his length and surged into her welcoming wetness. Her spasms made her inner muscles grip him like a glove. He groaned at each pulse and pulled out, only to thrust back in.
He started a steady rhythm, but with her clawing at her back, he could tell another release was heading her way. With each rocking movement, her cries became louder, music to his ears. He covered her mouth, drinking in her passion, taking her as tremors tore through her body. But it wasn’t enough. He needed to own her, show her that no other man would be able to give her what he could, or make her experience such a maelstrom of emotions each time she found her climax.
He slid them to the edge of the bed then turned her around. She looked at him in confusion as he stuffed a pillow under her butt then he lifted her hips up so he could surge back into her. Jenesi cried out and gripped the sheets. With each rocking movement, he increased the pace, needing to get deeper, thrust harder into her.
Her cries grew louder with each push into her wet sheath. She called out his name, the sound playing on his emotions, plucking at the insecurity he faced. How was he going to leave her in a few days? She’d asked where they were headed, but was the choice really up to him?
He slid his hand around her waist to her center and found her clit. He flicked it once then pinched the taut bud. Jenesi jerked off the bed and screamed.
He thrust in and out, harder and deeper each time, then felt her inner muscles spasm
He recalled the missive on his dresser. He opened his mouth to tell her of the news, but her fingers drew his fly down and curled around his length. A groan ripped past his lips as all possible thoughts fled his mind. “I don’t want to leave you.”
“I don’t want you to, either.”
The guilt punched him in the gut. He knew he should tell her, but seeing the desire in her eyes, the feel of her grip around his cock, he couldn’t push the words out. He kissed her as she worked his pants down over his hips and to his feet. Stepping out of them, he lifted her up into his arms and threw her onto the mattress.
Jenesi giggled. “You do that so well.” She reached for him and brought him over her.
He’d never get enough of her. No matter how many times they made love, it wouldn’t be enough. He covered her face with kisses, trailing his lips over her chin to her chest and stopping to worship her breasts. While his fingers kneaded one globe, he used his tongue to lavish attention to the tightening bud of the other. She tasted of sweetness and spice. Her very own perfume drifted to his nose as he drew in deep breaths of her skin. A whimper sounded from her every time he nipped her flesh.
He reached the apex between her legs and teased her slit. Her back arched into his hand, forcing his finger into her wetness. It amazed him how fast she responded to him. Her passion, her pleasure, became his. He’d do anything for her.
Nibbling a path to her mound, he shifted his position until he lay between her legs. He breathed in her essence, the scent that belonged only to her. Giving her a tantalizing swipe, he groaned as he tasted her again. Need gripped him with each lick. He couldn’t remember ever enjoying a woman like this, ever taking the time to love a woman until she became a wild mess in his arms. He’d never found a woman who could match his passion, his roughness, or his lovemaking. But then maybe he’d never truly made love to a woman, until her.
Jenesi threaded her fingers through his hair, her legs going slack to allow him more room. Her trust in him nourished his desire to please her. He didn’t need a second invitation. He darted his tongue out to tease the tight bundle of nerves. Her hips pressed into his face as he suctioned her clit.
It didn’t take long for her to fall apart. He quickly grabbed a condom from the nightstand, donned it, and positioned himself over her. He found her opening with his length and surged into her welcoming wetness. Her spasms made her inner muscles grip him like a glove. He groaned at each pulse and pulled out, only to thrust back in.
He started a steady rhythm, but with her clawing at her back, he could tell another release was heading her way. With each rocking movement, her cries became louder, music to his ears. He covered her mouth, drinking in her passion, taking her as tremors tore through her body. But it wasn’t enough. He needed to own her, show her that no other man would be able to give her what he could, or make her experience such a maelstrom of emotions each time she found her climax.
He slid them to the edge of the bed then turned her around. She looked at him in confusion as he stuffed a pillow under her butt then he lifted her hips up so he could surge back into her. Jenesi cried out and gripped the sheets. With each rocking movement, he increased the pace, needing to get deeper, thrust harder into her.
Her cries grew louder with each push into her wet sheath. She called out his name, the sound playing on his emotions, plucking at the insecurity he faced. How was he going to leave her in a few days? She’d asked where they were headed, but was the choice really up to him?
He slid his hand around her waist to her center and found her clit. He flicked it once then pinched the taut bud. Jenesi jerked off the bed and screamed.
He thrust in and out, harder and deeper each time, then felt her inner muscles spasm
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