Page 40 of Love Letters From Memphis

They both laid down and wrapped their arms around each other.

“You smell good as hell,” Londen complimented, running his fingers up and down her arm. “It’s going to be hard keeping my hands off you.”

“You don’t have to.”

His head shook. “Nah. I want our first time to be special.”

“Londen... You left prison because I cried on the phone. Baby, you can have every drop of cum in my pussy.”

The sound of Londen’s laughter was like music to her ears. He licked his lips as he gripped her thigh, and the warmth of his skin on hers had Lei’s lips parting.

“I can have every drop?”

Lei made sure to enunciate each word as she told him, “Every drop.”

Those words activated a more primal side of Londen. His lips and hands were on her—everywhere. Quiet moans poured from her mouth as he took his time fondling her neck, breasts, and thighs through her gown. When his hand slipped under, the sharp contrast between the cool softness of the silk and warm roughness of his hand had Lei in sensory overload.

Londen’s hand wrapped around her neck and pushed her further down the bed… gently, slowly. The act had her back arching and lips parting at the same pace of her legs. He made quick work of removing her robe and gown. Lei’s heart seemed to rush to each spot on her body that his lips and hands touched. From her nipples to her thighs, Londen made sure to show every inch of her the same amount of love.

The second his warm mouth wrapped around her clit, Lei’s body softened like jelly against the bed. Each lick, slurp, and nibble was more intense than the other. He gripped her thighs and kept her legs wide as he pleasured her to the brink of convulsion. Her clit pulsed as he placed his focus there. When he moaned against her, Lei’s legs began to tremble as she came.

“I want to make you cum again. Can I?”

The answer was a rapid thud of her swollen bud. “Mhm,” she moaned, biting down on her bottom lip.

And so he did—twice more—before entering her with two fingers. It took him almost no time to find her spot, placing pressure on its ridges as they expanded against him. She felt the warmth at her core. The puddling of her desire.

“I’m about to squirt,” she warned, pushing at his head.

He only lifted slightly, looking at the mess she created in awe.

“I love watching this clit bloom. These walls pulse. This cum leak. Mmm…”

His words only intensified her orgasm. Lei’s legs locked around him, but he pushed her legs back and pressed them into the bed, giving himself a clear view of her pussy.

“Come here,” she begged, and Londen obliged.

He made his way up her body before removing himself from his boxers. Looking between them, Lei licked her lips at the sight of his long, curved shaft. She was now convinced he wasn’t just the shade of her favorite dark chocolate but that he’d taste as good too. Savoring him would have to wait. In that moment, theybothwanted him inside.

Londen stretched her near virgin-tight walls, giving himself to her inch by inch. By the time he made it to the heated core of her body, Londen’s dick was throbbing inside of her. Watching his cum ooze out of her like white icing on a honey bun had Lei releasing a guttural groan. His body jerked as he moaned her name, and that was enough to have her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she came.

His strokes were long and slow as he began to pleasure her. Skin to skin, lips to lips, they moved as one… soaring higher until the peak of delight was reached. Her orgasm crested like an ocean wave, drowning him and letting him even deeper inside. Lei cried out his name as her nails dug into his back. This wasn’t just sex. Just a moment of physical desire. They were tying their souls together and tearing them apart. And when Londen lifted himself and looked into her eyes, Lei was convinced she wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

twenty-nine

Later That Evening

Somehow,showering together led to Londen deep stroking Lei from behind as she held on to the wall for support. Each time she felt his cum seep out of her, it seemed to intensify her arousal even more. She lowered herself to her knees and took him into her mouth, sucking until he came again, then she stood, and they finally washed and cleaned their bodies.

Once they were clean and moisturized, they ordered room service. While they ate, they remained silent, looking at each other every once in a while with goofy grins and soft laughs.

“I never do this,” Londen confessed, covering his now empty plate.

“Do what?”

“Smile and laugh. Not this often.”

“Well… I’m glad I can provide that for you.”

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