protect with every ounce of my being.
“I love your body. Love seeing my hands all over you.” I paint a path all over her skin caressing her everywhere. “Knowing I’m the only man that will ever get to see this, touch it…” I lean forward and nuzzle her center inhaling full and deep the scent of her arousal. She gasps and twitches. Her legs tremble as I stroke her thighs and widen her legs for me. She’s positively dripping with need, the lips of her sex coated in her essence. My cock hardens, becoming painful, weeping at the tip. “I am the only man who will ever see this pretty cunt open in invitation. Do you want that, Baby. Me being the only man to taste your desire?”
Her eyes open and the emerald orbs are sparkling, filled to the brim with lust. “Yes. Only you. Please,” she begs and I close my eyes appreciating this moment for what it is. Gillian, bringing me back from the depths of hell, helping me find my way home. It’s her; she is my home.
I open her thighs wide and lock my gaze with hers. Her mouth opens, and she’s breathing heavily, possibly dying in anticipation of that first touch. And I give it to her with everything that I am. I lay the flat of my tongue on her pussy and slowly drag it along her weeping slit. Her arousal coats my tongue, my taste buds bursting with extreme flavor. Fucking sweet. My woman is so god damned sweet my balls tighten, lifting up, reaching toward her. Closing my eyes I suck her tiny clit into my mouth then reach my tongue way down to sop up some of her sugary nectar.
The plan was to go slow, ease her into one orgasm and then another before I took her, but I’m losing control. Every sweep of my tongue into her delicious pussy has every neuron and synapse firing. Electricity and energy sizzle around us as I drink from the woman I love. Before long, she squeezes her thighs and grips my head. Thank Christ! I suck, lick and nip against her swollen center as she keens out to the room, her cries of pleasure music to my ears.
But I’m not done. I may never be done. Cupping her ass, I press her cunt hard against my face, smothering myself with her flesh. She cries out, but I don’t stop. Can’t. I need her too much. Inserting two fingers deep into her cleft causes her to buck wildly. Her head is moving back and forth against the mattress as if she’s saying no, but her body, her cries of pleasure are saying, “Fuck yes!”
I pull back from her licking my chops preparing for more but needing to see her. See on her face what my touch does to her. Keeping my hand busy I stand up awkwardly and press a knee to the bed. Gillian must feel the shift in the mattress because her eyes fly open and I watch her. Sitting on the side of the bed, I scan her body. Her pale skin now has a fine sheen of sweat and a rosy hue. She’s panting and moving her hips along with the movement of my fingers deep inside her.
“Do you like my touch?” I ask her quirking an eyebrow. Hooking my fingers I tickle that spot inside her that makes her gush.
“So much,” she gasps and closes her eyes.
“Give me your eyes. I want to watch you fall apart.”
Her breath comes in short staccato pants as I fuck her with more force, the muscles of my forearm straining with the effort.
“Why?” she asks her eyes rolling but coming back to me.
I lean forward to suck on her nipple, which gets me a long drawn out moan, before I lean back up and watch her pretty face again.
“You want to know why I want to watch you fall apart?” She nods, but then cries out to God when I press a third finger into her wet cunt. “Because it’s my job to put you back together again. Every time.” I tickle along the wall of her pussy and her hips fly up. I push them back down holding her pelvic bone with my thumb, my other three fingers hooked deep inside. It would be easy to lift her up just by her sex.
“I want to fall…” she whispers and that request forces out the animal in me. “Catch me,” she says
“I love your body. Love seeing my hands all over you.” I paint a path all over her skin caressing her everywhere. “Knowing I’m the only man that will ever get to see this, touch it…” I lean forward and nuzzle her center inhaling full and deep the scent of her arousal. She gasps and twitches. Her legs tremble as I stroke her thighs and widen her legs for me. She’s positively dripping with need, the lips of her sex coated in her essence. My cock hardens, becoming painful, weeping at the tip. “I am the only man who will ever see this pretty cunt open in invitation. Do you want that, Baby. Me being the only man to taste your desire?”
Her eyes open and the emerald orbs are sparkling, filled to the brim with lust. “Yes. Only you. Please,” she begs and I close my eyes appreciating this moment for what it is. Gillian, bringing me back from the depths of hell, helping me find my way home. It’s her; she is my home.
I open her thighs wide and lock my gaze with hers. Her mouth opens, and she’s breathing heavily, possibly dying in anticipation of that first touch. And I give it to her with everything that I am. I lay the flat of my tongue on her pussy and slowly drag it along her weeping slit. Her arousal coats my tongue, my taste buds bursting with extreme flavor. Fucking sweet. My woman is so god damned sweet my balls tighten, lifting up, reaching toward her. Closing my eyes I suck her tiny clit into my mouth then reach my tongue way down to sop up some of her sugary nectar.
The plan was to go slow, ease her into one orgasm and then another before I took her, but I’m losing control. Every sweep of my tongue into her delicious pussy has every neuron and synapse firing. Electricity and energy sizzle around us as I drink from the woman I love. Before long, she squeezes her thighs and grips my head. Thank Christ! I suck, lick and nip against her swollen center as she keens out to the room, her cries of pleasure music to my ears.
But I’m not done. I may never be done. Cupping her ass, I press her cunt hard against my face, smothering myself with her flesh. She cries out, but I don’t stop. Can’t. I need her too much. Inserting two fingers deep into her cleft causes her to buck wildly. Her head is moving back and forth against the mattress as if she’s saying no, but her body, her cries of pleasure are saying, “Fuck yes!”
I pull back from her licking my chops preparing for more but needing to see her. See on her face what my touch does to her. Keeping my hand busy I stand up awkwardly and press a knee to the bed. Gillian must feel the shift in the mattress because her eyes fly open and I watch her. Sitting on the side of the bed, I scan her body. Her pale skin now has a fine sheen of sweat and a rosy hue. She’s panting and moving her hips along with the movement of my fingers deep inside her.
“Do you like my touch?” I ask her quirking an eyebrow. Hooking my fingers I tickle that spot inside her that makes her gush.
“So much,” she gasps and closes her eyes.
“Give me your eyes. I want to watch you fall apart.”
Her breath comes in short staccato pants as I fuck her with more force, the muscles of my forearm straining with the effort.
“Why?” she asks her eyes rolling but coming back to me.
I lean forward to suck on her nipple, which gets me a long drawn out moan, before I lean back up and watch her pretty face again.
“You want to know why I want to watch you fall apart?” She nods, but then cries out to God when I press a third finger into her wet cunt. “Because it’s my job to put you back together again. Every time.” I tickle along the wall of her pussy and her hips fly up. I push them back down holding her pelvic bone with my thumb, my other three fingers hooked deep inside. It would be easy to lift her up just by her sex.
“I want to fall…” she whispers and that request forces out the animal in me. “Catch me,” she says
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