orgasmed.
He tried not to get a big ego but it filled him with pride to be able to pleasure her so much.
She took a ragged breath- “Baby.”
Marcus smirked, “Yes?”
“What you do to me - you do so fine.”
He laughed, “I think women should be worshipped.”
“Well, amen to that.”
He gave her a moment to recover, then turned her slightly, so she was lying on her stomach because he loved looking at her ass. It was perfect. He used both hands to massage it. It was so soft and just the right amount of fat.
“I love this tush,” Marcus rubbed and squeezed, “it’s the best tushy I’ve ever seen in my life. Honey, you’ve got one fine ass.” She turned her head back to him, laughing, but when he slid his hand between her legs she drew in a quick breath, her eyes becoming heavy-lidded.
She moved up on to all fours and backed up to the edge of the bed. He stood. This view, this angle was overwhelmingly stimulating to him. He entered her, moving slowly, the feeling of having her aroused, warm, vagina surrounding his cock was intoxicating. The eroticness of his most sensitive part moving into and out of her most precious part, just these two connecting, nothing else touching, so heightened the awareness of the sensations he experienced. With deliberate gyrations he held onto her hips. She moved back and forth with him in perfect unison. He loved watching himself moving in and out of her. He went slowly at first, trying to sustain it, but quickly giving way to pumping rapidly, he just couldn’t help himself, it just felt so damn good. The exquisite pressure of pushing in each time, an unqualified pleasure beyond anything he had ever experienced in this lifetime. Their bodies moving together creating a combustible friction, her head arched, crying out, her breasts swaying back and forth. She continued moaning, the sounds arousing him further, he pulled her hips to him rhythmically pumping over and over culminating in a frantic pulsating intense release.
The two of them collapsed onto the bed.
Cherry moved into the crook of his arm, her body warm against him, keeping a hand on his chest.
Marcus was almost embarrassed by how out of breath he was. His heart rate rapid, a galloping beating in his chest. “Baby. What you do, you do so fine.”
She giggled. “I think we are a good match.”
“Me too. That’s why I think you should marry me.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“You’re seriously asking me to marry you like this? Right here and right now?”
“Are you seriously thinking about turning me down? I came across several state lines for you.” Marcus arranged the pillows behind them.
Cherilyn pouted, “I thought a proposal would be over dinner at a fancy restaurant.”
“You want me down on one knee baby, I’m ready to go.”
“This just isn’t the way I pictured it.”
He put an arm around her shoulders, “Imagine though when people ask ‘how did Marcus propose?’ Your toes will curl thinking about this night. I think it’s the perfect memory to have. There cannot in the history of couples be a more passionate moment.”
“You’re right.”
Marcus looked stunned. “I’m right?” He held a hand to his ear, “Can I get that one more time?”
“You’re right.”
“If ‘will you marry me’ is what every woman wants to hear, you have to know ‘you’re right’ is what every man wants to hear. I never thought it’d happen to me though, it’s kind of like seeing Bigfoot.”
“Don’t let it go to your head.”
“No, ma’am.” Marcus turned toward her and held her face in both hands, “Cherilyn, I love you. Marry me, please, I’m begging you.”
Cherry smiled, “Marc us-”
Worry crept
He tried not to get a big ego but it filled him with pride to be able to pleasure her so much.
She took a ragged breath- “Baby.”
Marcus smirked, “Yes?”
“What you do to me - you do so fine.”
He laughed, “I think women should be worshipped.”
“Well, amen to that.”
He gave her a moment to recover, then turned her slightly, so she was lying on her stomach because he loved looking at her ass. It was perfect. He used both hands to massage it. It was so soft and just the right amount of fat.
“I love this tush,” Marcus rubbed and squeezed, “it’s the best tushy I’ve ever seen in my life. Honey, you’ve got one fine ass.” She turned her head back to him, laughing, but when he slid his hand between her legs she drew in a quick breath, her eyes becoming heavy-lidded.
She moved up on to all fours and backed up to the edge of the bed. He stood. This view, this angle was overwhelmingly stimulating to him. He entered her, moving slowly, the feeling of having her aroused, warm, vagina surrounding his cock was intoxicating. The eroticness of his most sensitive part moving into and out of her most precious part, just these two connecting, nothing else touching, so heightened the awareness of the sensations he experienced. With deliberate gyrations he held onto her hips. She moved back and forth with him in perfect unison. He loved watching himself moving in and out of her. He went slowly at first, trying to sustain it, but quickly giving way to pumping rapidly, he just couldn’t help himself, it just felt so damn good. The exquisite pressure of pushing in each time, an unqualified pleasure beyond anything he had ever experienced in this lifetime. Their bodies moving together creating a combustible friction, her head arched, crying out, her breasts swaying back and forth. She continued moaning, the sounds arousing him further, he pulled her hips to him rhythmically pumping over and over culminating in a frantic pulsating intense release.
The two of them collapsed onto the bed.
Cherry moved into the crook of his arm, her body warm against him, keeping a hand on his chest.
Marcus was almost embarrassed by how out of breath he was. His heart rate rapid, a galloping beating in his chest. “Baby. What you do, you do so fine.”
She giggled. “I think we are a good match.”
“Me too. That’s why I think you should marry me.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“You’re seriously asking me to marry you like this? Right here and right now?”
“Are you seriously thinking about turning me down? I came across several state lines for you.” Marcus arranged the pillows behind them.
Cherilyn pouted, “I thought a proposal would be over dinner at a fancy restaurant.”
“You want me down on one knee baby, I’m ready to go.”
“This just isn’t the way I pictured it.”
He put an arm around her shoulders, “Imagine though when people ask ‘how did Marcus propose?’ Your toes will curl thinking about this night. I think it’s the perfect memory to have. There cannot in the history of couples be a more passionate moment.”
“You’re right.”
Marcus looked stunned. “I’m right?” He held a hand to his ear, “Can I get that one more time?”
“You’re right.”
“If ‘will you marry me’ is what every woman wants to hear, you have to know ‘you’re right’ is what every man wants to hear. I never thought it’d happen to me though, it’s kind of like seeing Bigfoot.”
“Don’t let it go to your head.”
“No, ma’am.” Marcus turned toward her and held her face in both hands, “Cherilyn, I love you. Marry me, please, I’m begging you.”
Cherry smiled, “Marc us-”
Worry crept
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