growing painful the more he looked at her. He buried his face in her sex and explored every secret part of her with languid sensuality, building up speed until she was crying out his name. He murmured into her wet flesh, “You taste so good.” Her back arched and her breasts thrust upward as she fell back onto the bed, trembling. He lapped at her and teased her with tiny flicks to one side of her clit until she was begging him to make it end. He slowed down, holding her on the brink of her orgasm, the heat of the burn focused in that one tiny little spot his tongue teased. Then with long licks, he brought her away from it until she thought it wasn’t going to happen. But suddenly, his tongue returned to the spot and flicked again, keeping its methodical talented rhythm until she screamed. The orgasm tore her down the middle and she fisted his hair and held him there as her body writhed against his open lips.
“Oh my God,” she gasped. Before she had time to catch her breath, he flipped her around and pulled her ass into the air, slapping it hard and massaging the sting away. She looked over her shoulder and watched him position himself behind her, standing next to the bed and bending his knees. He frowned and reached over, picking her up and moving her forward like she weighed nothing. He climbed onto the bed on his knees and palmed himself, looking at her ass with greed. Pushing the smooth, hard tip of his cock against her swollen sex, he hovered there a moment and groaned. He slid in slowly savoring every consumed inch. She felt her body open to him, his hard length stretching her walls deliciously. They moaned together as he filled her all the way and began to move. His hips moved slowly at first in circles then in long, sure thrusts. His fingers sunk into her hips and she listened to the masculine sounds of pleasure he made. He wasn’t quiet, and she loved that. It egged her on to hear him and the louder his groans and grunts grew, the more she felt herself ache and edge closer to her own climax. He grew harder as his thrusts came faster and soon their bodies had taken over, moving together as though in a dance they were born to do. He collapsed on her back and palmed her breasts as he moved in her, kissing and biting her flesh. She arched her ass up opening herself to him, wanting more. His arms enveloped her and he brought her up to kneel in front of him, their bodies pressed together as he moved inside her, bending and thrusting. She felt his cock expand and throb. He groaned in her ear and the sound of his deep, gravelly voice sent her over the edge. She cried out as the quakes took her to another place. He released himself inside of her, splashing freely until he was emptied, his body jerking it out as they moaned together.
Panting, they quieted and he kissed the back of her neck and buried his face in her hair. “Marry me.”
She froze. “What?”
He pulled out, taking his time and lowering her to the bed so that he could face her. He held himself up on elbow and searched her eyes. “Marry me, Michelle Nero. Be my wife.”
She chuckled and closed her eyes, looking at him again after an incredulous moment. “You’re serious.” He nodded. “It’s our first date.”
“So?” He shrugged like that meant nothing.
With a fluttering heart she pushed back a fallen lock of hair from his forehead, looking into his eyes. “I don’t believe in divorce,” she whispered. “If we were to do this, it would be for good. We’d be a team and best friends. Do whatever we had to in order to keep it strong, and not lose the love.”
He gave her a calm, knowing smile. “I have no problem promising I can do that.”
She paused, her blood racing so much she could barely speak. The crazy thing was, she believed him! Everything about the way he was looking at her told her instinctual self that this was right, and that he would keep that promise. “God help me,” she whispered, unabashedly amazed.
“You won’t
“Oh my God,” she gasped. Before she had time to catch her breath, he flipped her around and pulled her ass into the air, slapping it hard and massaging the sting away. She looked over her shoulder and watched him position himself behind her, standing next to the bed and bending his knees. He frowned and reached over, picking her up and moving her forward like she weighed nothing. He climbed onto the bed on his knees and palmed himself, looking at her ass with greed. Pushing the smooth, hard tip of his cock against her swollen sex, he hovered there a moment and groaned. He slid in slowly savoring every consumed inch. She felt her body open to him, his hard length stretching her walls deliciously. They moaned together as he filled her all the way and began to move. His hips moved slowly at first in circles then in long, sure thrusts. His fingers sunk into her hips and she listened to the masculine sounds of pleasure he made. He wasn’t quiet, and she loved that. It egged her on to hear him and the louder his groans and grunts grew, the more she felt herself ache and edge closer to her own climax. He grew harder as his thrusts came faster and soon their bodies had taken over, moving together as though in a dance they were born to do. He collapsed on her back and palmed her breasts as he moved in her, kissing and biting her flesh. She arched her ass up opening herself to him, wanting more. His arms enveloped her and he brought her up to kneel in front of him, their bodies pressed together as he moved inside her, bending and thrusting. She felt his cock expand and throb. He groaned in her ear and the sound of his deep, gravelly voice sent her over the edge. She cried out as the quakes took her to another place. He released himself inside of her, splashing freely until he was emptied, his body jerking it out as they moaned together.
Panting, they quieted and he kissed the back of her neck and buried his face in her hair. “Marry me.”
She froze. “What?”
He pulled out, taking his time and lowering her to the bed so that he could face her. He held himself up on elbow and searched her eyes. “Marry me, Michelle Nero. Be my wife.”
She chuckled and closed her eyes, looking at him again after an incredulous moment. “You’re serious.” He nodded. “It’s our first date.”
“So?” He shrugged like that meant nothing.
With a fluttering heart she pushed back a fallen lock of hair from his forehead, looking into his eyes. “I don’t believe in divorce,” she whispered. “If we were to do this, it would be for good. We’d be a team and best friends. Do whatever we had to in order to keep it strong, and not lose the love.”
He gave her a calm, knowing smile. “I have no problem promising I can do that.”
She paused, her blood racing so much she could barely speak. The crazy thing was, she believed him! Everything about the way he was looking at her told her instinctual self that this was right, and that he would keep that promise. “God help me,” she whispered, unabashedly amazed.
“You won’t
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