Page 177 of Beautiful Trauma
As I turned into the bedroom, Kellan popped my ass playfully. Since I smelled like a horse, I hopped into the shower. After shaving my legs and lady-scaping, I got out. As I dried off, I went in search of the bustier.
Just as I opened my lingerie drawer, Kellan burst through the door. “He’s out. Let’s go.”
I laughed. “You act like a man on death row.”
Kellan’s response was to jerk his shirt over his head. After unzipping his pants, he jerked them down his thighs and legs. When he stood before me in just his briefs, I shivered in anticipation.
Kellan stalked over to me before ripping away the towel. He pulled me against his chest, molding me to his body. “I ache for you, Mila.”
“After all these years and two kids?” I teased.
“Absolutely.”
“I ache for you, too.”
As Kellan brought his lips to mine, he started pushing me towards the bed. Once we collapsed onto the mattress, Kellan began to use his masterful mouth and tongue on me.
After a leg shaking orgasm, he thrust balls deep into me. I never got tired of fucking him. Or making love. He always brought me so much pleasure.
He gave me the moon and stars each and every day.
