lips, he asked, “Did that hurt?”
“No,” she whimpered, still trying to catch her breath as his engorged tip poked her below.
Before she could fully recover, Tyson covered her lips with his mouth, consuming them with an intense hunger. Then he kissed and sucked on her neck again before sucking on her ear lobes. “Touch me,” he whispered.
“Touch...you...where?” Gabrielle said between heated breaths.
“Put your hands on my back, baby.”
She did as he asked, feeling the ripple of muscles on an otherwise smooth back.
“Okay, now with just your fingertips, I want you to stroke me softly, up and down.”
Again, she obeyed , watching him close his eyes and bite his lips in satisfaction.
“ Mmm...yeah, that’s it.” He moaned, just by her touch alone. Then he poked her down below, introducing himself into her warmth, priming her.
“Oh...Tyson,” she wailed, pinching her eyes closed again.
Tyson slid his shaft gently inside her, allowing time for her body to stretch to accommodate his size. She had a lot of stretching to do.
“Tyson,” she said again, with moans, groans and wails of pleasure. She’d since stopped stroking his back. Instead, she held on tightly...fingernails and all.
“Gabrielle, you feel so good, baby,” he told her while getting comfortable inside of her body.
“So do you, Tyson, ” she panted.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
Tyson gave her soft strokes, staring down at her face for her reac tion to each one. She loved it, he could tell, and her body fit him well, to a science almost. He just had to loosen her up a bit and he would with the strokes he was delivering at calculated, steady intervals.
“I can’t believe I’m inside of you ,” he said. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted this, Gabrielle...how much I love you.”
“I have an idea,” she forced out.
Tyson licked her lips with the tip of his tongue, then took her bottom lip into his mouth, sucking it. Tasting it. He kissed her again, losing his tongue somewhere in her mouth as he owned her, rocking back and forth below while French kissing her – two parts of his body inside of her at the same time.
“Mmm...” Gabrielle moaned. “Oh...oh...Tyson,” she cried, feeling yet another climax building inside of her.
Tyson felt it too. He quickened the pace of his strokes, still with her pleasure in mind, wanting to feel, see, hear her arrive to oblivion yet again more than he wanted his own gratification.
“Gabrielle!” he hollered, his body bucked, sending him into a tailspin as he filled her cave with his release.
Gabrielle’s body spasmed again for the second time. She dug her nails in his shoulders as he continued his strokes, making sure she was fully pleased. Thoroughly seduced. Intoxicatingly satiated.
Their bodies rested in the dim room. Tyson remained lying on top of her, still buried deep inside her chasm – their breathing patterns in unison, their sweat blending with the heat of their skin. Neither wanted to move, to break their tight bond. If they could stay this way forever, they would.
“I love you,” Tyson said, staring down into the eyes of his wife.
“I love you too, Tyson,” she whispered in response, still reeling, coming down off of a high she’d never felt before and finding herself near ecstasy again at the slightest movement against her sensitive flesh.
“I don’t want to leave your body...I like it here,” he said between kisses.
“I like you here,” Gabrielle told him. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to handle the act of making love after her bad experience with Dilvan, but turns out, when the man actually loves you, it’s pure unadulterated pleasure.
Tyson kissed her lips again, then eased off of her to lay beside her instead, pulling her close to his chest while their bodies cooled down which would prompt their breathing to return to normal.
“We are going to be so happy together, Gabrielle Alexander.”
A faint smile touched her lips. “Yes we
“No,” she whimpered, still trying to catch her breath as his engorged tip poked her below.
Before she could fully recover, Tyson covered her lips with his mouth, consuming them with an intense hunger. Then he kissed and sucked on her neck again before sucking on her ear lobes. “Touch me,” he whispered.
“Touch...you...where?” Gabrielle said between heated breaths.
“Put your hands on my back, baby.”
She did as he asked, feeling the ripple of muscles on an otherwise smooth back.
“Okay, now with just your fingertips, I want you to stroke me softly, up and down.”
Again, she obeyed , watching him close his eyes and bite his lips in satisfaction.
“ Mmm...yeah, that’s it.” He moaned, just by her touch alone. Then he poked her down below, introducing himself into her warmth, priming her.
“Oh...Tyson,” she wailed, pinching her eyes closed again.
Tyson slid his shaft gently inside her, allowing time for her body to stretch to accommodate his size. She had a lot of stretching to do.
“Tyson,” she said again, with moans, groans and wails of pleasure. She’d since stopped stroking his back. Instead, she held on tightly...fingernails and all.
“Gabrielle, you feel so good, baby,” he told her while getting comfortable inside of her body.
“So do you, Tyson, ” she panted.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
Tyson gave her soft strokes, staring down at her face for her reac tion to each one. She loved it, he could tell, and her body fit him well, to a science almost. He just had to loosen her up a bit and he would with the strokes he was delivering at calculated, steady intervals.
“I can’t believe I’m inside of you ,” he said. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted this, Gabrielle...how much I love you.”
“I have an idea,” she forced out.
Tyson licked her lips with the tip of his tongue, then took her bottom lip into his mouth, sucking it. Tasting it. He kissed her again, losing his tongue somewhere in her mouth as he owned her, rocking back and forth below while French kissing her – two parts of his body inside of her at the same time.
“Mmm...” Gabrielle moaned. “Oh...oh...Tyson,” she cried, feeling yet another climax building inside of her.
Tyson felt it too. He quickened the pace of his strokes, still with her pleasure in mind, wanting to feel, see, hear her arrive to oblivion yet again more than he wanted his own gratification.
“Gabrielle!” he hollered, his body bucked, sending him into a tailspin as he filled her cave with his release.
Gabrielle’s body spasmed again for the second time. She dug her nails in his shoulders as he continued his strokes, making sure she was fully pleased. Thoroughly seduced. Intoxicatingly satiated.
Their bodies rested in the dim room. Tyson remained lying on top of her, still buried deep inside her chasm – their breathing patterns in unison, their sweat blending with the heat of their skin. Neither wanted to move, to break their tight bond. If they could stay this way forever, they would.
“I love you,” Tyson said, staring down into the eyes of his wife.
“I love you too, Tyson,” she whispered in response, still reeling, coming down off of a high she’d never felt before and finding herself near ecstasy again at the slightest movement against her sensitive flesh.
“I don’t want to leave your body...I like it here,” he said between kisses.
“I like you here,” Gabrielle told him. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to handle the act of making love after her bad experience with Dilvan, but turns out, when the man actually loves you, it’s pure unadulterated pleasure.
Tyson kissed her lips again, then eased off of her to lay beside her instead, pulling her close to his chest while their bodies cooled down which would prompt their breathing to return to normal.
“We are going to be so happy together, Gabrielle Alexander.”
A faint smile touched her lips. “Yes we
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