Page 71 of Stolen Kisses
She watched in delight as I backed off the bed and shrugged out of my clothes. She reached for me too when I returned to her.
No woman had ever felt so perfect to me and as I continued my feasting of her; I knew no woman ever would.
I tasted every inch of her. Tasting and deepening my intoxication of her wild beauty.
I pulled her closer so she was right in the center of the bed.
Her body welcomed me as I slid into her sweet pussy, wet and ready for me to take her.
I tried for slow like I always did. I tried for slow so I could enjoy her, but just like always my need took over and consumed me.
The minute I thrust into her I knew. I felt that rush of wanting her fill me and take over. It guided my hips to thrust deeper. Deeper and faster until we found that rhythm that only we had together.
Her walls stretched allowing even more access to fuck her the way I wanted to.
Hard and fast, plunging deeper still into her until the pressure started to build inside me.
Fucking hell, she felt so good. So damn good. I never, ever wanted to stop.
That same thought though made me start pounding, jackhammering into her in a rush like I wanted to make sure I took every part of her.
Her soft cries filled the room along with the sexual sounds of us. Sex and love blended together to create something wild and purely magical.
Then it came. That wave of pleasure that coursed through me like a drug I savored and would die happily indulging on.
For a moment I allowed myself to lose control. Completely lose it as I plunged deep and she arched her back into the silky sheets.
I lost it and couldn’t control my release.
I came growling deep from inside and tightened my grip on her as I kept thrusting and her orgasm rippled through me.
I looked down at her breathing hard. She pulled me down to her and our mouths found one another just like the other night and we got lost in our kisses the same way we did our love making.
It was all the same.
From the slightest touch to the most intense feeling.
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Today was perhaps supposed to be a bigger day than yesterday.
I should have had some sleep.
All night I’d indulged on her.
Thank God Flynn was a heavy sleeper. Thank God I had the good sense to put him in the bedroom upstairs.
The other night when I brought Maria here, I knew she expected my old place.
It had been a nice house and it served me well. This place though was the real deal. It was a six-bedroom manor home with a pool and three gardens. Even had acres of land which meant plenty of space for my vehicles.
She’d been more than impressed.
We lay side by side, her cocooned in my arms as we watched the sunset.
“Can Flynn swim?” I asked.
We’d been quiet this whole time and as the question came into my head, I asked it as if we’d been talking about it before.
