His own release followed almost at the same time, a guttural sound from his chest as he buried himself to the hilt, his hips stuttering against me, his forehead pressed to the back of my head. We stayed like that for long minutes, slumped against the glass.. Slowly, carefully, he withdrew, turning me to face him. We kissed passionately then without a word, he lifted me into his arms, carrying me with my back pressed against the glass this time. My arms stopped around him as he bounced me up and down. Soon I was breathing heavily. He noticed and put me down. "Are you tired?,” he whispered softly staring into my eyes. I knew he was concerned. "No ....I am not". I replied stubbornly. Not until I milk him dry I can't stop. He kissed me again, slow and deep. "Good, because I ...I...can't get enough of you,” he whispered, trailing kisses down my throat, over my collarbone, “the way your breath hitches right here…” His tongue swirled over a particularly sensitive spot.
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