Page 18 of Before We Say I Do

She was slammed with fire, arched in desire, spinning in his arms at the temerarious undertaking of his thrusts. And though they were distinctively and utterly wrapped in one another, it wasn’t enough for him. To further satiate his desires, he removed her from his dick in an upsurging stroke, turned her to face him, only to reconnect with the driving plunge of his erection.

“Ooooh, Kyle! Baby!”

He dropped his head, slurped in a nipple, teased her areola as his hips dipped. Creating a suction with his mouth, he inhaled the whole of her breast while his fingers slipped between her ass, spreading her pussy, teasing her anus with a pressing finger.

Her eyes bucked, body slamming against his as he fucked her with total possession of her desire.

London’s body bent to his will, hips rotating as he speared her pussy in angles when he bounced her from side to side.

“I’m going to come!”

Kyle sucked off her breast and became her only means to breathe as his mouth covered hers. His tongue took her sharp gasp, filled her with a fervor that splintered her frame in shocking chills.

“Ah!”

She shut her eyes again.

“Look at me, borboleta.”

The dark timbre of his voice was a command. She opened her eyes, and he reclaimed her mouth, sucking her tongue as he plunged. In and out. Back and forth, creating a sting amid their flesh that knotted her toes and caused a scream to shoot from her mouth as her head fell back.

Kyle was the only man London had been with intimately, but she couldn’t imagine for the life of her anyone on this planet giving her love and cherishing her body while simultaneously fucking the shit out of her like him.

A quake slipped through her, and she couldn’t stop it.

“Not yet,” he whispered.

A whimper fled from her lips.

“I can’t…” A breath escaped her. “I can’t stop it.”

More quakes, tingles, unadulterated passion assaulted her flesh as his shaft continued to expand her pussy, spreading her with each stroke.

“Ooooh! Oooh! Oh! Baaaaaby!”

Her toes were as tight as fists, her arms practically putting him in a chokehold that didn’t seem to faze him as her body tightened and her orgasm built, reaching that precipice where his guttural growl lived, ready and aiming to jump off that cliff.

“Eu te amo.” I love you.

“Oooh I love you too, I—”

He recaptured her tongue, turned her back into the shower wall, and pushed the back of her thighs with the pressing palm of his large hands.

Springing in and out of her pussy, his dick covered in her cream, Kyle left no place inside her undiscovered.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t explored every inch of her there was to be explored before, but, with each of their sex sessions, Kyle made sure just for good measure.

His lips slipped down her face, her chin, to her neck where he sucked her throat. Down her chest, he ushered both nipples into his mouth, continuing to keep up his instrumental play from the echoing sounds of their bodies flesh.

“I can’t!”

Sucking off her breasts, he leveled his gaze with hers, the look of a fierce warrior in the hard yet sexy planes that carved his face.

“Goza comigo borboleta.” Cum with me, butterfly.

Her body vibrated as he dragged her orgasm from her body with his plunges. With her, he released inside her, moans and heat covering them in a cocoon of wet bliss.

Water from the shower’s spray splashed onto their shoulders, faces, and hair as their bodies throbbed, beaten to the core from their intense lovemaking.

Bated breath whipped back and forth between their mouths, then in a free fall, London’s body relaxed into him. He cuddled her, holding them steady as the tremors calmed and her body fought off twitches until she was still. Matching him breath for breath, London’s head rested on his shoulder, comforted in his arms, and the shower’s massage.

She fell asleep there, with no remembrances of him washing them both, drying her body, and carrying her to bed.

Stirring in the middle of the night, London’s eyes opened. Warmth surrounded her, his hard body giving her the remedial satisfaction she so desperately needed as he held her. They were face to face, and Kyle was sleeping soundly.

Her eyes roamed his strong structural design. His hickory-smoked skin, his lips, and his curled eyelashes.

Kyle was the best thing that happened to her. That was saying a lot since her new small business was thriving and her parents were alive and well. They were all the family she knew until she fell in love with Kyle. And now, mere days from dedicating her life to this man she adored with her whole heart, a hint of sadness lingered.

Tucking herself closer to him and rubbing her nose in his bearded chin, London breathed in his scent and fell back into slumber.

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