Page 54 of David's Chase

“I’m glad you like it,” he says with the voice of a faithful husband, slowly bringing his lips to mine.

The kiss comes like a gust of summer wind, warming my blood and making me ripe for his touch.

Kissing me slowly, he slides his hands inside my overcoat and peels it off my frame before reaching my zipper.

His quiet, pervasive moves make me aware of how anxious he’s been to have me naked in front of him.

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Dark shadows growacross the wall, the fire crackles, the music is mellow, and the sheets smell like clementines and lavender.

“Let’s take a shower,” he says, moving his hands down my bare chest and taking me in like I’m a national treasure.

We’re doing the opposite of heading to the shower.

He kisses my lips and neck, his hands kneading my breasts. His thigh sliding between my legs.

I seriously doubt we’ll make it to the bathroom and feel like begging him to pin me up against the wall and fuck me.

As if able to read my mind, he peels his hands away from me, removes his jacket and shirt, and comes to me.

Lips locked with him, I unfasten his belt and push his pants and boxers down before taking him in my hand.

His hard length bounces up, wet at the tip, which only proves he’s awaited this moment as much as I have.

“Turn around,” he says before kicking his shoes off and shedding the rest of his clothes.

My hands rest on the glass wall while he comes close to me. The heat oozing from his skin wraps around me while a smile tilts my lips.

This is beautiful, romantic, and dirty at the same time, my eyes trained on the stunning nocturnal view of the lights, fallenleaves, and water rippling in the pool in front of me as his hands take ownership of my body.

He moves them with confidence, knowing exactly how to awaken my body.

No sensitive place or spot that could trigger desire remains untouched.

He kisses the back of my neck and rubs the hard tips of my boobs.

He also slides his hand between my legs and almost makes me come, burning my neck with his breath.

He teases me unendingly with his erection before tilting my hips and lowering himself a little to have perfect access to my center.

Driving himself in, he sets off a chain of chemical reactions, making me want him more and more with every passing second.

I wish I knew what his secret was.

I wish I knew why us.

Why me.

How come two people like us thought that we could forge a path together, even if only paved with endless hours of hot sex.

Slowly moving, he gives me a nudge toward the absolute high, in no way rushing.

He knows the best fucking is the slow fucking.

This way he can never leave me behind.

Tilting my head down, I stare at the floor, my spine arched, my hair falling over my face, my attention no longer on the view in front of me so worthy of a lifestyle magazine spread.

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