LOGINHis mouth found me next. He licked a long, slow, filthy stripe from my entrance of my lips all the way up to my swollen clit, tasting every drop of my arousal. Then he sealed his lips around the sensitive bud and sucked, hard and perfect, sending intense pleasure shooting through my entire body.His tongue flattened against my clit and dragged in slow, deliberate circles while two thick fingers pushed into my dripping cunt, sliding deep into the slick heat with a wet sound. He pumped them steadily, curling against my inner walls, fucking my pussy with his fingers while his mouth worked my clit without mercy.My hips jerked up against his face, as more wetness flooded out around his fingers, coating his knuckles and dripping down to my ass.He groaned against my pussy and sucked harder on my clit, adding a third finger, stretching me open as he thrust them in and out with wet, obscene sounds, and my thighs trembled around his head.I could feel my
I was already on the couch when I heard his voice.It was mid-afternoon. I finished my work early and had come down here with another book. I was still wearing his shirt. My legs were pulled up beneath me, and the afternoon light was doing its best work in this room, pouring through the windows and warming everything it touched.Few minutes passed. Then I heard his footsteps on the stairs, steady and unhurried.He came into the room and looked at me on the couch.I looked up from my book. “Done?”“Yeah.”He dropped down onto his end of the couch. My legs went across his lap automatically, before I had even consciously decided to move them. His hand settled warmly on my legs, heavy and sure.I went back to my book.There was a comfortable quiet between us for a few minutes. His thumb moved slowly back and forth on my leg, tracing idle patterns that sent little sparks of awareness through me.I could feel him simply sitting there, not doing anything else. He was just present with me, co
The tile was cold against my back as the water was hot, pounding down over both of us, and steam filled the entire bathroom, very thick and heavy. His hands were all over me, very firmly and surely, I grabbed his shoulder tightly with just one hand, holding on as the heat and pressure built between us, while my other hand went down, stroking my clit as his dick was buried in my pussy, moving it in and out in it.His hands gripped my hips firmly, holding me in place against the cold tile. I was surrounded on every side by sensation, and I gave myself over to all of it without holding anything back.His mouth found my throat, then my jaw, kissing and sucking at the wet skin as the water cascaded down. I heard him say my name low and certain through the steam, the sound vibrating against me. I tipped my head back against the tile and let him have everything he wanted.I was talking without being able to track the words. His name fell from my lips again and again, mixed with breathless p
"Morning," he said softly into my hair as I slowly woke up, his voice was still rough with sleep."Morning," I replied quietly to the wall.He stayed exactly where he was, his warm, solid body pressed against my back, one arm draped heavily over my waist. He did not move, neither did i. We lay like that for several long minutes, breathing together in the quiet morning light filtering through the curtains. Neither of us spoke. Neither of us moved. He moved first eventually, but he did it slowly, almost reluctantly, as if he did not want to break the contact. His arms released me gradually. The cool air of the room rushed in where his warmth had been, raising goosebumps along my bare skin. I turned over in the bed and watched him as he sat up on the edge of the mattress. He turned his head and looked at me over his shoulder. Our eyes met, and something warm and heavy passed between us."Go back to sleep," he said, with his low and gentle voice."I'm awake now," I answered.He looked a
I looked him in the eyes, raising an eyebrow. "You could say thank you.""For what.""For the compliment."He met my gaze with that serious expression. "You said the food was good. That's not a compliment to me specifically.""The food didn't make itself."He considered this with great seriousness, as if weighing the logic. "Thank you for noticing the food is good."I stared at him, fighting the smile that wanted to break free. "That is the worst thank you I have ever received."He picked up his fork again, eyes glinting. "And yet you're smiling."I stopped smiling immediately, but it was too late. He had already seen it, and the warmth between us only grew.We talked while we ate, the conversation flowing easier every single day. I told him about the launch I had been anxious about, not asking for advice but simply saying it out loud to him. He listened fully, and his attention was steady and obviously present. He did not offer solutions I didn't ask for. Instead, he asked what I was
He closed his laptop and looked at me across the room, his gaze steady and warm in the low light."Hungry?" he asked.I considered the question for a moment, feeling the quiet pull of the evening around us. "Yes.""Come help then."It was not exactly a request, and it was not a demand either. It was simply the assumption that we would do this together, the same assumption that had quietly started to cover most things between us now.I set my book down on the side table, the pages were still warm from where my hands had been resting, and I stood up and followed him into the kitchen. The way we both walked from the living room to the kitchen felt natural, the wooden floors creaking softly under our feet as we moved through the familiar space.He decided what we would make without any discussion, and I did not argue. He directed me gently, in that way of his that never felt like an order. He simply asked if I could handle the onions
We finally moved from the bed, even though we were reluctant to leave the moment. But hunger won out in the end.I climbed off his lap, and my legs were still a little shaky.He steadied me with his hands and asked, "You good?""Yeah. Just... wobbly."I grabbed
He carried me from the glass room to my bedroom.I was still shaking, with my face buried in his neck and clinging to him tightly.My body was already gone and I felt completely boneless. It was a crazy struggle trying to hold myself up at all.He nudged the door open w
Her pussy lips parted as he pressed his dick right against her dripping entrance and buried his dick deep inside her.“FUCK! Fuck—fuck—fuck! Oh my god...Fuck—” She screamed.Her back bowed off the table and her tits heaved upward. Her head threw back, and her mouth opened wide a
"She knows I’m only here to pleasure, not fuck her."The words still rang in my ears as hee mouth slid off his cock with a wet, filthy pop. Spit and cum strung from her swollen lips to the flushed head and snapped when she finally pulled free.She looked up at him, her eyes were glassy, and mascara







