assault.
“You have no idea how fast my heart races when I look at you,” his breathless words steal mine, his perfect eyes penetrating my soul, before he bends to lift me in his arms.
Carrying me to the bed, he lays me down gently on the white linen sheets, crawling over top of me, my hands gliding along his thick, corded muscles, savoring every rippling ridge.
His gaze steals my breath once more, his lips inches from my wanting mouth. “I love you. I love you so fucking much, Aby,” he whispers huskily, taking me in an earth-shattering kiss, his tongue insinuating his desperate need. “I can’t wait…I need to be inside you,” he manages against my lips.
“Yes, Alex. Take me. Now,” I beg, moaning in anticipation as he settles his hips between my spread legs. “God…”
Our groans collide in unison as he slides his cock along my wetness, teasing back and forth along my clit, lining up to thrust deep in one long fluid motion. My fingers curl and flex at his back, my head leaned back, eyes closed in absolute abandon. I love the way he feels inside me, the way he makes me feel. He makes me whole. Complete.
His thrusts quicken, pushing us to the edge, plunging inside me over and over, hitting each and every sensitive nerve. Our bodies shake from crazed desire, lust; sweat coating our flesh, my nails scratching down his sinewy back.
Savage in our need, primal in our frenzy, his lips nip and lick along my collarbone, the sensitive skin at the curve of my neck, his hands holding my head in place, gripped tight in my hair.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he groans. “Mine...”
“God, yes! Alex, I’m coming!” I scream, my feet digging into the mattress, my hips gyrating to meet his thrusts measure for measure.
“Yes, baby, come. Come for me…” he demands, and I fall, plummeting into oblivion; my gaze blackened in the rush that spirals into a white haze of ecstasy.
I scream his name over and over, matching his incessant plunges into my greedy, soaked core, my legs shaky and quivering as I flood him with my orgasm. “I love you…” my screams dwindle into a whisper of euphoria.
His thrusts slow, his body bowing and tightening above me, before he stills, careening through my haze with every bucking ridge of his cock filling me with his come. “I love you more,” he replies on a husky whisper.
“GOOD MORNING, SLEEPY head.”
I open my eyes to find a playful Alex staring down at me. “The only thing good about it is waking up to you,” I stretch, turning into his warmth. “Was that the door bell I heard?” I question just as it chimes a second time.
“That it was.” He smiles, hopping out of bed in his naked glory, grabbing his pajama bottoms to pull them on. “I ordered an early breakfast. We have to leave for the airport by noon.”
I can’t help but pout as his glorious manhood disappears beneath the white fabric, then I smirk at his knowing grin. “Don’t give me that cheeky smile, it’s your fault I’m so sleepy this morning.”
“And it’s your fault,” he bends to lift my chin for a chaste kiss, “…that I’m so in love with you, I can’t help but keep you up all night long. What would Stacey, say? Suck it up, buttercup?” His crooked grin is the end of me.
He leaves to answer the door and I decide to freshen up quickly while he’s dealing with room service; donning my white boy shorts and matching tank before exiting the washroom. Upon my return, he’s sitting up in bed, waiting for me.
“Breakfast is on the veranda, it can wait. Come here,” he orders in that tone I can’t ignore.
I walk obediently towards him, only to purse my lips at a second showing of his knowing simper. “You’re the devil,” I turn away, but he grabs my arm, pulling me down into his lap.
“If I’m the devil, Aby, you are the angel that will save me,” he tips my head with the touch of his finger, taking me in a sensual kiss.
I’m breathless, spinning in a loving haze, by
“You have no idea how fast my heart races when I look at you,” his breathless words steal mine, his perfect eyes penetrating my soul, before he bends to lift me in his arms.
Carrying me to the bed, he lays me down gently on the white linen sheets, crawling over top of me, my hands gliding along his thick, corded muscles, savoring every rippling ridge.
His gaze steals my breath once more, his lips inches from my wanting mouth. “I love you. I love you so fucking much, Aby,” he whispers huskily, taking me in an earth-shattering kiss, his tongue insinuating his desperate need. “I can’t wait…I need to be inside you,” he manages against my lips.
“Yes, Alex. Take me. Now,” I beg, moaning in anticipation as he settles his hips between my spread legs. “God…”
Our groans collide in unison as he slides his cock along my wetness, teasing back and forth along my clit, lining up to thrust deep in one long fluid motion. My fingers curl and flex at his back, my head leaned back, eyes closed in absolute abandon. I love the way he feels inside me, the way he makes me feel. He makes me whole. Complete.
His thrusts quicken, pushing us to the edge, plunging inside me over and over, hitting each and every sensitive nerve. Our bodies shake from crazed desire, lust; sweat coating our flesh, my nails scratching down his sinewy back.
Savage in our need, primal in our frenzy, his lips nip and lick along my collarbone, the sensitive skin at the curve of my neck, his hands holding my head in place, gripped tight in my hair.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he groans. “Mine...”
“God, yes! Alex, I’m coming!” I scream, my feet digging into the mattress, my hips gyrating to meet his thrusts measure for measure.
“Yes, baby, come. Come for me…” he demands, and I fall, plummeting into oblivion; my gaze blackened in the rush that spirals into a white haze of ecstasy.
I scream his name over and over, matching his incessant plunges into my greedy, soaked core, my legs shaky and quivering as I flood him with my orgasm. “I love you…” my screams dwindle into a whisper of euphoria.
His thrusts slow, his body bowing and tightening above me, before he stills, careening through my haze with every bucking ridge of his cock filling me with his come. “I love you more,” he replies on a husky whisper.
“GOOD MORNING, SLEEPY head.”
I open my eyes to find a playful Alex staring down at me. “The only thing good about it is waking up to you,” I stretch, turning into his warmth. “Was that the door bell I heard?” I question just as it chimes a second time.
“That it was.” He smiles, hopping out of bed in his naked glory, grabbing his pajama bottoms to pull them on. “I ordered an early breakfast. We have to leave for the airport by noon.”
I can’t help but pout as his glorious manhood disappears beneath the white fabric, then I smirk at his knowing grin. “Don’t give me that cheeky smile, it’s your fault I’m so sleepy this morning.”
“And it’s your fault,” he bends to lift my chin for a chaste kiss, “…that I’m so in love with you, I can’t help but keep you up all night long. What would Stacey, say? Suck it up, buttercup?” His crooked grin is the end of me.
He leaves to answer the door and I decide to freshen up quickly while he’s dealing with room service; donning my white boy shorts and matching tank before exiting the washroom. Upon my return, he’s sitting up in bed, waiting for me.
“Breakfast is on the veranda, it can wait. Come here,” he orders in that tone I can’t ignore.
I walk obediently towards him, only to purse my lips at a second showing of his knowing simper. “You’re the devil,” I turn away, but he grabs my arm, pulling me down into his lap.
“If I’m the devil, Aby, you are the angel that will save me,” he tips my head with the touch of his finger, taking me in a sensual kiss.
I’m breathless, spinning in a loving haze, by
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