The Lovely Loner
He whispered into her ears, kissing the gasp and moans from her lips.
"I've got you." He told her.
Every stroke was slow of his fingers against her clit was. Deliberate. Sensational. Addicting.
Stretching her, preparing her, until her nails carved half-moons into his shoulders. She was in a cloud of her own, a world she’d never thought of visiting but only read in books.
"Look at me," he ordered.
Her lashes fluttered open, slowly, glistening.
He stood up a took off his clothes with deliberate slowness, leaving her aching, wetter, breathless and wanting him more.
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