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“You turn me on, Trent Milner,” shewhispered.
“Yeah?”
She wiggled in her seat and nodded, biting her finger. “What do you think all these people buried here would think ofthat?”
I dropped my voice as quietly as it would go. “If they were alive, they’d want an orgasm. That’s part of the joy of having a physicalbody.”
With a hand over her lips, she stifled agrin.
I wrapped her close to me, giving her asqueeze.
The ceremony continued up front. I contented myself with the perfume of her hair, the sensation of the graceful curves of her body againstmine.
“I think we can sneak off,” she said. “If you wantto.”
An involuntary smile spread across my face. “What are you saying?” My dick perkedup.
“I’m saying I don’t think I can wait until we get back to myplace.”
Yeah. I couldn’teither.
Trying not to move my head too much, I checked to see if the coast was clear. I’d scanned the room when we entered and knew there was a restroom off to the side. Holding my hand, looking around conspiratorially, she followed me inthere.
I locked the door of the tiny, old-fashioned white lavatory, and in a flash, she was on her knees, unbuckling my belt, unzipping myjeans.
“Holy shit, sweetheart,” I whispered. “This isn’t what Iexpected.”
Her eyes went up to mine, offering herself to me. Her hot, sweet mouth rounded over my cock, over and over and over again. Up and down, working me with her hand, nuzzling my balls. Tongue swirling around my dick, suction making my eyes cross, hand getting meoff.
I leaned back against the wall inawe.
But.
I pulled back and stroked myself, brushing my belt buckle with my wrist so it clinked. “You need to see what you do to me,” I whispered. “Turn around. Hold onto thesink.”
She licked her lips and gripped the white porcelain with both hands, her eyes staring in the mirror atmine.
A connection yet again transcending anythingphysical.
Hope that we could betogether.
A dream that she was mine and always would bemine.
I flipped up the skirt of her dress to undressher.
“You minx, you didn’t wearpanties.”
“I often don’t. I like to benaked.”
My eyes rolled up to the ceiling as I got that image in my head. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re toomuch.”
That bare ass bent out needed to be caressed. I took my time, feeling her soft skin. My fingers slipped between her legs, finding her wet. And I started rubbing. Eyes locked on hers, making her body shake, praying that I could be enough for her. Praying that she knew how much I reveredher.
Then, watching the way her mouth parted and her breath came faster, almost bursting out. “I’m coming Trent,” she wailed quietly, and I felt her tremble on myfingers.
With my dick still wet from her lips and her satisfied body under me, I entered her, watching her in themirror.
The way her eyes widened as I touched that sweet spotinside.
