Page 60 of David's Love

He removes his hand between my legs so I can prop myself against him and runs his fingers down my back instead.

Around my butt and into my opening.

He slowly moves them into a puddle of warm wetness.

We kiss slowly, too, to prolong this moment before getting hammered by amazing sensations.

“I missed this…” I say quietly between kisses that become more and more tender but still hot and lustful.

The tip of his hardness is now wet, so I lower myself to suck on it and swallow all that moisture.

He grunts with delight while I bob my head, taking as much as I can of him into my mouth.

Fire flows through his flesh.

He cups the back of my head, but my hair keeps falling over my face, obscuring his view, so he gathers it all in one hand and lifts it up to see my mouth, my lips, and my hollow cheeks.

“You come first…” he says, pacing his strokes, his fingers sliding into me with ease.

My mouth waters as my brain plays his words.

Relaxing, he parts his thighs even more, and I lick his shaft from the root to the tip before pulling him into my mouth again.

I wrap his hardness in my heat and moisture while my tongue swirls around his silky skin.

His breaths are warm and come in quiet bursts, the moving of his chest fueling my dedication.

He thrusts his fingers deeper, the tension building, unbearable, my center throbbing.

“I want you inside me…” I say in a stream of consciousness before wrapping my mouth around him again.

He enjoys my touch, thrusting his hips slightly before removing his fingers from between my legs.

“Come,” he says, and I swiftly straddle him while he grabs his hard length and points it to my opening.

I get filled up when an earthquake of pulsations storms through me.

He only thrusts into me a few more times, and my hands morph into iron clutches gripping the headrest and his shoulders.

Moaning and heaving, I move rapidly, indulging in that fine moment while a puddle of release forms between my legs.

11

ELIZABETH

We could go anywhere right now.

I don’t care where we’re headed. Everything looks fine to me as long as I’m with him.

We make a good team.

He and I.

Smiling, I sneak a glance at the handsome man in the driver’s seat. The dashboard light casts a glow over his face. His eyes look like melted gemstones while his lips cradle a mysterious smile.

His clothes look sharp as if it hasn’t taken him twenty minutes to remove semen stains from his pants and seat.

My appearance is sharp, too, or so I like to think.

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