Page 119 of A Dream for Daphne

His mouth was crushing hers and when he felt her arm against his chest, he realized he might be pulling her too close or tight so he eased up some, but kept up the lip lock.

She was rising up and down on him. Not slow, but not fast either.

Just a nice steady rhythm that he never seemed to be able to master.

She definitely had a lot more control than he did and he might be slightly jealous over it.

Especially since she was working him up and needed to ease back some.

“Slow down,” he said.

“No,” she snapped. “You made me wait. It’s what I want.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

He stayed still and tried to concentrate on anything to turn him off. To slow him down.

Yeah, it didn’t work.

Not when he had a hot wet pussy sliding up and down on top of him.

He let out a groan, but thankfully she took that as she needed to speed up. At least he hoped she did because her motions were jerky enough that he was afraid she was going to come right off him as urgent as she was moving.

He reached his hand between them, found her swollen bud, and pressed against it.

Oh yeah, that was it.

The magic button to send her over which let him do the same.

He had his hands on her hips holding her in place and was slamming up into her as fast as he could.

She was still coming and he joined her, his body tensing, but his dick releasing.

It was the most wonderful feeling in the world.

Words couldn’t match what it felt like to feel the release with the woman he loved.

She sagged against him and shifted so that she was leaning on her right side.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I think so,” she said. “At least for round one.”

“Can I go take care of the condom?” he asked. “Before we get to the second one. I need a breather anyway.”

“That’s good,” she said. “Because we need to talk.”

Words no man wanted to hear. Not after sex.

Shit, not anytime!

He helped her up, walked to her bathroom to take care of the condom, and returned a minute later.

She had her shorts back on and tossed his to him with his underwear.

“What did I do?” he asked, getting dressed.

“What makes you think you did something?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow.

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