playing this game, I have something else in mind.
“Spread your legs.”
She does as I command, slowly sliding her legs apart to reveal her pretty, pink pussy.
My tongue moistens my lips as I unabashedly admire her gorgeous body and try to plan out my next move. Lust racing through my veins is such a distraction that I’m having a hard time concentrating on anything other than that she’s soaking wet and ready for me.
I impatiently yank my jeans and boxers down and drop them to the floor while Elizabeth stares up at me with those big hazel eyes, her pupils dilated, her nipples pebbled.
Shit, she’s open right in front of me. Smooth and slick with arousal, bare except for the sexy strip of trimmed, dark hair.
My mouth waters.
I need to taste her, to feel her come on my tongue, and then get inside her and fuck her endlessly.
I go down to my knees on the floor in front of her, reach up for her legs, and gently drag her closer toward the end of the bed so my face is directly between her legs.
She arches off the bed and moans when I nip right over her folds and make several long licks up her center. My hands hold her hips down as I do it again and again. A fierce, primal need roars through my veins from her scent, her taste, and the pleasured hums that escape her lips again and again.
Her hips rise, and she presses herself against my face. “Oh, please, Ryan,” she pleads, pulling at my hair. My cock pulses from the sound of my name on her lips. She writhes and pants as I feast on her for long moments. My tongue laps at her and circles her nub. I could worship her for hours, but I’m greedy for her pleasure so I press two fingers into her wet entrance and suck her swollen clit in a rhythm that I know will bring her to the brink almost instantly.
A primitive triumph fills my chest making my cock harden to painful proportions when I see pleasure flare throughout Liz’s body. She comes with a sharp keening, her thighs trembling as I keep work her harder, slipping my fingers in and out of her to milk every last drop of her climax.
After her breathing starts to calm, I kiss her thighs, her stomach, her breasts as her fingers run through my hair. Careful to keep my weight on my elbows, I lick, suck, and nip my way down her neck to her collarbone, the hardness of my erection throbs painfully against her belly as we kiss.
“Ryan,” she whispers, and our eyes tangle. Her unique eyes are focused on mine, and I stop breathing for a moment because Elizabeth looks at me as if she see all the way inside me and what she sees there awes her. She looks at me like I’m everything she’s ever dreamed of.
Warmth spreads through my chest, holding my heart in a tight grip.
No one has ever looked at me like that.
“My Liz.” My words are barely a whisper.
This is what I wanted to show her: that no matter what’s happening in our lives, no matter how much our bodies are consumed by pursuing primal pleasure, searching for long-awaited release, the connection we have, the love we share is always there. It’s in our every move, every breath, every kiss, and every sound that leaves our lips. The feeling is so intense it pours out of us.
A ghost of a smile forms on her lips, and I know she feels it too. Always.
God, I don’t know what I did to deserve such happiness.
“Love me, Ryan,” my fiancée murmurs, her eyes bright with passion.
I position my cock at her entrance. A growl escapes me when I bury the head of my dick in her wetness. “So damn tight.” My voice sounds so low and throaty; I barely recognize it.
I watch Liz’s face as I slide in farther, slowly allowing her to adjust to my size until I’m seated balls-deep. “I can hardly fit, and it feels so fucking good.”
I rear back, almost coming out of her completely, and then drive forward again, filling her with each thrust of my hips as my hand pressed her thighs against my body.
It’s such an extraordinary feeling: her body cradling my cock.
My lips
“Spread your legs.”
She does as I command, slowly sliding her legs apart to reveal her pretty, pink pussy.
My tongue moistens my lips as I unabashedly admire her gorgeous body and try to plan out my next move. Lust racing through my veins is such a distraction that I’m having a hard time concentrating on anything other than that she’s soaking wet and ready for me.
I impatiently yank my jeans and boxers down and drop them to the floor while Elizabeth stares up at me with those big hazel eyes, her pupils dilated, her nipples pebbled.
Shit, she’s open right in front of me. Smooth and slick with arousal, bare except for the sexy strip of trimmed, dark hair.
My mouth waters.
I need to taste her, to feel her come on my tongue, and then get inside her and fuck her endlessly.
I go down to my knees on the floor in front of her, reach up for her legs, and gently drag her closer toward the end of the bed so my face is directly between her legs.
She arches off the bed and moans when I nip right over her folds and make several long licks up her center. My hands hold her hips down as I do it again and again. A fierce, primal need roars through my veins from her scent, her taste, and the pleasured hums that escape her lips again and again.
Her hips rise, and she presses herself against my face. “Oh, please, Ryan,” she pleads, pulling at my hair. My cock pulses from the sound of my name on her lips. She writhes and pants as I feast on her for long moments. My tongue laps at her and circles her nub. I could worship her for hours, but I’m greedy for her pleasure so I press two fingers into her wet entrance and suck her swollen clit in a rhythm that I know will bring her to the brink almost instantly.
A primitive triumph fills my chest making my cock harden to painful proportions when I see pleasure flare throughout Liz’s body. She comes with a sharp keening, her thighs trembling as I keep work her harder, slipping my fingers in and out of her to milk every last drop of her climax.
After her breathing starts to calm, I kiss her thighs, her stomach, her breasts as her fingers run through my hair. Careful to keep my weight on my elbows, I lick, suck, and nip my way down her neck to her collarbone, the hardness of my erection throbs painfully against her belly as we kiss.
“Ryan,” she whispers, and our eyes tangle. Her unique eyes are focused on mine, and I stop breathing for a moment because Elizabeth looks at me as if she see all the way inside me and what she sees there awes her. She looks at me like I’m everything she’s ever dreamed of.
Warmth spreads through my chest, holding my heart in a tight grip.
No one has ever looked at me like that.
“My Liz.” My words are barely a whisper.
This is what I wanted to show her: that no matter what’s happening in our lives, no matter how much our bodies are consumed by pursuing primal pleasure, searching for long-awaited release, the connection we have, the love we share is always there. It’s in our every move, every breath, every kiss, and every sound that leaves our lips. The feeling is so intense it pours out of us.
A ghost of a smile forms on her lips, and I know she feels it too. Always.
God, I don’t know what I did to deserve such happiness.
“Love me, Ryan,” my fiancée murmurs, her eyes bright with passion.
I position my cock at her entrance. A growl escapes me when I bury the head of my dick in her wetness. “So damn tight.” My voice sounds so low and throaty; I barely recognize it.
I watch Liz’s face as I slide in farther, slowly allowing her to adjust to my size until I’m seated balls-deep. “I can hardly fit, and it feels so fucking good.”
I rear back, almost coming out of her completely, and then drive forward again, filling her with each thrust of my hips as my hand pressed her thighs against my body.
It’s such an extraordinary feeling: her body cradling my cock.
My lips
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