so much so that I didn’t want it to end. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable out there; that wasn’t my intention at all. Instead of just telling you how beautiful you are, I wanted you to feel it too. You deserve that, and I’d be a damn liar if I said I don’t wish I could show you that for days and nights to come. But, the reality is, I can’t do that.”
“Then show me right now. Make me feel beautiful, Leo.”
There.
Decision made.
I’m owning this shit.
“THEN SHOW ME RIGHT NOW . Make me feel beautiful, Leo.”
The words echo in my ears loud and clear, and as I look down into her pleading, exquisite, emerald eyes, I know there’s no way I’m going to disappoint her. I want to make her feel like the most magnificent creature, because she most definitely is. Without remorse, without regret, I plan to worship every fucking inch of her petite body.
“My pleasure, Miss Trystan.”
A feral growl releases from my throat as my mouth crashes onto hers, her sweet lips parting eagerly for my tongue to explore, to conquer. We kiss like we’ve been doing it our entire lives, our mouths two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. Her arms reach up and cup the back of my neck, holding my face to hers as her legs lock around my waist. My fingers quickly find her long, flaxen tresses—threading, tugging, and tilting—while my mouth wanders away from her mouth, but doesn’t leave her soft skin. Across her jawline, beyond her neck, down to her chest, I kiss, lick, and nibble my way to her large, heaving breasts struggling to break free from the swimsuit top and sundress still holding them hostage.
“Off. All of it off,” I grumble with frustration against the fabric.
I sit upright, pulling her with me, and in seconds, I’ve disrobed her completely, leaving her completely naked spread out atop the sheets. “Fuck, Trys, you’re stunning,” I hiss, shamelessly gawking at her in all of her splendor, on display beneath me. “I’m going to devour you now.”
Her eyes grow wide at my words, and with a wicked curl of her lips, she reaches up and palms my rock-hard cock through my shorts. “Not if I devour you first.” Then, almost as quickly as I removed her clothing, she’s unbuttoned, unzipped, and freed my steeled shaft, all with one hand. My focus momentarily shifts from her to where her hand is lightly caressing me, and then I lose all control.
Gently grabbing both of her wrists, I detach them from my throbbing cock—I don’t want this to end before we really get started—and lift them over her head. “Try to keep them here as long as you can, beautiful,” I instruct. She whimpers in defiance, but does as she’s told and leaves them on the pillow.
I finish the job she started with my shorts, ridding myself of them completely and tossing them onto the floor next to the pile of her clothes, and then I nudge her thighs open to position myself between them. Carefully crawling up her frame, I plant several more hungry kisses onto her mouth before making my descent down her supple, ivory body. I detour from my final destination to give each breast equal treatment, massaging, flicking, twisting, and sucking, while my cock pulsates with desire at each little noise she makes.
When I can no longer deny myself the taste of that sweet pussy I know is waiting for me, I lower myself the rest of the way down until I’m face-to-face with the grand prize. Purposely, I linger inches away, inhaling the scent of her arousal and savoring the sight of slickness already glistening on her lower lips.
“Leo, please,” she implores me in a raspy, guttural voice.
No further begging is necessary. I want a taste of her succulent honey more than she could ever imagine. Eating pussy used to be my thing ; I loved it as much as I loved fucking, sometimes more. But ever since I moved away, I’ve refrained; I just wasn’t ready to move past her. Now, however, she’s a part of my past, a past I have no interest in
“Then show me right now. Make me feel beautiful, Leo.”
There.
Decision made.
I’m owning this shit.
“THEN SHOW ME RIGHT NOW . Make me feel beautiful, Leo.”
The words echo in my ears loud and clear, and as I look down into her pleading, exquisite, emerald eyes, I know there’s no way I’m going to disappoint her. I want to make her feel like the most magnificent creature, because she most definitely is. Without remorse, without regret, I plan to worship every fucking inch of her petite body.
“My pleasure, Miss Trystan.”
A feral growl releases from my throat as my mouth crashes onto hers, her sweet lips parting eagerly for my tongue to explore, to conquer. We kiss like we’ve been doing it our entire lives, our mouths two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. Her arms reach up and cup the back of my neck, holding my face to hers as her legs lock around my waist. My fingers quickly find her long, flaxen tresses—threading, tugging, and tilting—while my mouth wanders away from her mouth, but doesn’t leave her soft skin. Across her jawline, beyond her neck, down to her chest, I kiss, lick, and nibble my way to her large, heaving breasts struggling to break free from the swimsuit top and sundress still holding them hostage.
“Off. All of it off,” I grumble with frustration against the fabric.
I sit upright, pulling her with me, and in seconds, I’ve disrobed her completely, leaving her completely naked spread out atop the sheets. “Fuck, Trys, you’re stunning,” I hiss, shamelessly gawking at her in all of her splendor, on display beneath me. “I’m going to devour you now.”
Her eyes grow wide at my words, and with a wicked curl of her lips, she reaches up and palms my rock-hard cock through my shorts. “Not if I devour you first.” Then, almost as quickly as I removed her clothing, she’s unbuttoned, unzipped, and freed my steeled shaft, all with one hand. My focus momentarily shifts from her to where her hand is lightly caressing me, and then I lose all control.
Gently grabbing both of her wrists, I detach them from my throbbing cock—I don’t want this to end before we really get started—and lift them over her head. “Try to keep them here as long as you can, beautiful,” I instruct. She whimpers in defiance, but does as she’s told and leaves them on the pillow.
I finish the job she started with my shorts, ridding myself of them completely and tossing them onto the floor next to the pile of her clothes, and then I nudge her thighs open to position myself between them. Carefully crawling up her frame, I plant several more hungry kisses onto her mouth before making my descent down her supple, ivory body. I detour from my final destination to give each breast equal treatment, massaging, flicking, twisting, and sucking, while my cock pulsates with desire at each little noise she makes.
When I can no longer deny myself the taste of that sweet pussy I know is waiting for me, I lower myself the rest of the way down until I’m face-to-face with the grand prize. Purposely, I linger inches away, inhaling the scent of her arousal and savoring the sight of slickness already glistening on her lower lips.
“Leo, please,” she implores me in a raspy, guttural voice.
No further begging is necessary. I want a taste of her succulent honey more than she could ever imagine. Eating pussy used to be my thing ; I loved it as much as I loved fucking, sometimes more. But ever since I moved away, I’ve refrained; I just wasn’t ready to move past her. Now, however, she’s a part of my past, a past I have no interest in
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