thorough sampling.
Christ, she’s the sun, the moonlight, and the stars, positively shining under my touch. Methodically, I pull the tie at her waist and open her robe. She’s wearing a pale yellow camisole with matching lace panties and nothing else. My cock hardens under my pajamas, and I push it into her leg. Her eyes widen, and she gasps.
“You still want me?” Her voice comes across sounding surprised, but for the life of me, I can’t possibly imagine why.
I narrow my gaze at her making sure she focuses on me. “Gillian, I will always want you. You give me life, bring a purpose to my world that’s much greater than the bitter existence I once lived. With you, I see possibilities. I have hope for more.”
A tear tracks down the side of her face. I push up, pull off the t-shirt I donned and push down the pajama pants.
“Commando?” she smiles and a little giggle follows it. Prettiest sound I’ve heard in a long time.
I grin. “I was worried.”
Her eyes go soft and she lifts her hands to my hair. Smooth fingers caress the side of my scalp until she lifts up to kiss me directly over my heart. “I want to be worthy of this,” she says placing a kiss there.
“There is no one more worthy,” I say while pushing her robe off her shoulders. She removes her arms, and then holds her hands up as I lift the hem of her camisole and pull it off. Her full breasts bounce free and catch my gaze like a hawk to its prey in the dead of night. In this position, me standing, her placing kisses all over my bare chest, I can only cup and lift her breasts, swiping my thumbs along the turgid peaks. She mewls but doesn’t stop her ministrations. With my thumb and first finger I simultaneously pluck and pull at each tip, elongating the flesh knowing how to best pleasure her. Pleasing this woman is ingrained into my soul. Soon she can’t handle it, her eyes closing, hands gripping my hips as she feels every movement, every caress of my hands on her. I love how I can make her stop doing whatever she is doing just by touching her.
I kneel down alongside the bed just the way she was in mother’s room before. With intent I pull a nipple into the heat of my mouth. Her hands instantly fly to my hair, holding my head to her breast.
“I missed your love,” she moans letting her head tip back, her glorious curls falling down her back. With the flat of my tongue, I lave around the areola before biting down softly on the tip. An unintelligible sound slips from her lips. Her usually pale pink nipples are now dark, wider, and pointing straight at my mouth in offering. They are mine, and even her body knows it instinctively.
Fire builds at the center of my groin and spreads out, my shaft filling with blood and aching with the need to plunge, to take, to own. I slip my fingers into the edges of her lace panties and pull them down as I lick a solid line from her breast, down her sternum to the thatch of hair that drives me insane with desire. Her womanly scent is heady, and I inhale deeply, allowing the caveman within me to sense his mate intimately. With an urging press to her ribs, I guide her down to the mattress. Her hair fans out in a rush of color along the pink sheets. I watch her with her eyes closed as I trail my fingers from her shoulders, over each breast where I stop to cup and fondle. Her back arches up, pressing into my hands. I twist each tip enough to send jolts of pleasure straight to her center. Gillian’s hands fist the sheets on both sides of her showing her restraint. She’s letting me have my time with her. As much as she needs this, she knows I need to control this first time back with her body. Aside from the very fact that regardless of where she’s been or what’s gone on in the past…Gillian craves submission. Only that submission shouldn’t come with a price other than extreme pleasure. With me, she’ll never go without knowing the surrender of her control is a gift I cherish, one I will keep safe and
Christ, she’s the sun, the moonlight, and the stars, positively shining under my touch. Methodically, I pull the tie at her waist and open her robe. She’s wearing a pale yellow camisole with matching lace panties and nothing else. My cock hardens under my pajamas, and I push it into her leg. Her eyes widen, and she gasps.
“You still want me?” Her voice comes across sounding surprised, but for the life of me, I can’t possibly imagine why.
I narrow my gaze at her making sure she focuses on me. “Gillian, I will always want you. You give me life, bring a purpose to my world that’s much greater than the bitter existence I once lived. With you, I see possibilities. I have hope for more.”
A tear tracks down the side of her face. I push up, pull off the t-shirt I donned and push down the pajama pants.
“Commando?” she smiles and a little giggle follows it. Prettiest sound I’ve heard in a long time.
I grin. “I was worried.”
Her eyes go soft and she lifts her hands to my hair. Smooth fingers caress the side of my scalp until she lifts up to kiss me directly over my heart. “I want to be worthy of this,” she says placing a kiss there.
“There is no one more worthy,” I say while pushing her robe off her shoulders. She removes her arms, and then holds her hands up as I lift the hem of her camisole and pull it off. Her full breasts bounce free and catch my gaze like a hawk to its prey in the dead of night. In this position, me standing, her placing kisses all over my bare chest, I can only cup and lift her breasts, swiping my thumbs along the turgid peaks. She mewls but doesn’t stop her ministrations. With my thumb and first finger I simultaneously pluck and pull at each tip, elongating the flesh knowing how to best pleasure her. Pleasing this woman is ingrained into my soul. Soon she can’t handle it, her eyes closing, hands gripping my hips as she feels every movement, every caress of my hands on her. I love how I can make her stop doing whatever she is doing just by touching her.
I kneel down alongside the bed just the way she was in mother’s room before. With intent I pull a nipple into the heat of my mouth. Her hands instantly fly to my hair, holding my head to her breast.
“I missed your love,” she moans letting her head tip back, her glorious curls falling down her back. With the flat of my tongue, I lave around the areola before biting down softly on the tip. An unintelligible sound slips from her lips. Her usually pale pink nipples are now dark, wider, and pointing straight at my mouth in offering. They are mine, and even her body knows it instinctively.
Fire builds at the center of my groin and spreads out, my shaft filling with blood and aching with the need to plunge, to take, to own. I slip my fingers into the edges of her lace panties and pull them down as I lick a solid line from her breast, down her sternum to the thatch of hair that drives me insane with desire. Her womanly scent is heady, and I inhale deeply, allowing the caveman within me to sense his mate intimately. With an urging press to her ribs, I guide her down to the mattress. Her hair fans out in a rush of color along the pink sheets. I watch her with her eyes closed as I trail my fingers from her shoulders, over each breast where I stop to cup and fondle. Her back arches up, pressing into my hands. I twist each tip enough to send jolts of pleasure straight to her center. Gillian’s hands fist the sheets on both sides of her showing her restraint. She’s letting me have my time with her. As much as she needs this, she knows I need to control this first time back with her body. Aside from the very fact that regardless of where she’s been or what’s gone on in the past…Gillian craves submission. Only that submission shouldn’t come with a price other than extreme pleasure. With me, she’ll never go without knowing the surrender of her control is a gift I cherish, one I will keep safe and
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