my world.
In a time when I thought I could never again find happiness, you’ve given it back to me. Made me realize I need to stop feeling sorry for 39
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myself and get out there again. The world didn’t stop because I went to war, and I can’t stop living because of the awful things I’ve experienced. The pain in my leg almost doesn’t exist when I’m with you, because you make me forget. You brought me into the living again.”
“Oh, Danny.” Her heart surged with love for him.
He leaned in and brushed his lips over hers with the scantest pressure. She longed for more, for him to fill the empty space in her universe.
“I’m in love with you, Margot. And damn, I can’t wait to wake up beside you.”
He drove his tongue between her lips with fiery need, taking absolute control of her. The strength he exhibited in every stroke drew her to new heights of passion. She’d had few lovers to compare him to, but he was one of the best kissers. Where Ethan was strong and thorough, Danny’s touch was impassioned. She dug her nails into his broad shoulders and met him stroke for stroke.
A shudder rocked his hard body, and she clung to him, throwing herself headlong into the tide pool of emotion.
His tongue swept her mouth with single-minded purpose as he dragged the knit tank over her head, leaving her full breasts exposed to him. He’d cupped them through her top before, and nuzzled the tips into hard buds, but she’d never been bare before.
Making a low grunt of appreciation, he attached to one with forceful ardor, drawing the tip into his mouth, suckling hard enough that her toes curled. A flood of cream soaked her panties. She knew if she felt between her thighs, the small patch of denim covering her pussy would be wet too.
He explored her collarbone with lapping motions of his tongue, back down to her breasts. When he went lower, licking at her navel until she almost screamed with need, she finally believed this wasn’t going to end. This was just the start of a beautiful, loving relationship.
She gripped the fabric between his shoulder blades and yanked his shirt overhead, discarding it with a swish to the carpet. Skimming each rounded pec, she found the hard nipples set in the centers. A sprinkling of pale brown hair covered his chest, tapering into a perfect V and disappearing into the waistband of his faded jeans.
“Can’t get enough of tasting you. Can’t get enough of kissing you.” He placed nipping bites over the rounded swell of her belly and ran his tongue over the skin above her cutoffs. “I know I won’t get 40
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enough of sinking into you, baby.” His eyes glowed up at her. “I’m so going to fuck you.”
A cry of need burst from her. She sank her teeth into her lower lip as he stripped away her shorts and the pale pink thong she wore.
Then he ruffled the thick curls covering her mound. When she’d met Jane, she’d worn a full bush. Over time, she’d shaved away the hair on her labia and around her clitoris, knowing it must be more pleasing for Jane to eat her pussy. Ethan was wonderfully appreciative of the curls she kept, and she practically preened that Danny seemed to love them too.
“God, I’ve got to taste you.”
With that, he buried his face in her slit, and stabbed his tongue into her dripping folds. Parting them with his forceful tongue, he met her clit. She stiffened, hands curling into fists and thumping his shoulders weakly as he drove her to new heights. Her mouth watered to taste him too, to accept his throbbing head on her tongue and learn every swollen inch.
He slid his hands under her ass and lifted her, drawing her up, and then letting her fall, forcing her to fuck his face. The sensation drove her wild. Sharp, rasping cries exploded from her. Her world narrowed. She forgot about everything but the intense burn in her pussy, of the silken feel of his tongue flickering it.
She burst with a scream of delight. She dragged a gasp of air
In a time when I thought I could never again find happiness, you’ve given it back to me. Made me realize I need to stop feeling sorry for 39
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myself and get out there again. The world didn’t stop because I went to war, and I can’t stop living because of the awful things I’ve experienced. The pain in my leg almost doesn’t exist when I’m with you, because you make me forget. You brought me into the living again.”
“Oh, Danny.” Her heart surged with love for him.
He leaned in and brushed his lips over hers with the scantest pressure. She longed for more, for him to fill the empty space in her universe.
“I’m in love with you, Margot. And damn, I can’t wait to wake up beside you.”
He drove his tongue between her lips with fiery need, taking absolute control of her. The strength he exhibited in every stroke drew her to new heights of passion. She’d had few lovers to compare him to, but he was one of the best kissers. Where Ethan was strong and thorough, Danny’s touch was impassioned. She dug her nails into his broad shoulders and met him stroke for stroke.
A shudder rocked his hard body, and she clung to him, throwing herself headlong into the tide pool of emotion.
His tongue swept her mouth with single-minded purpose as he dragged the knit tank over her head, leaving her full breasts exposed to him. He’d cupped them through her top before, and nuzzled the tips into hard buds, but she’d never been bare before.
Making a low grunt of appreciation, he attached to one with forceful ardor, drawing the tip into his mouth, suckling hard enough that her toes curled. A flood of cream soaked her panties. She knew if she felt between her thighs, the small patch of denim covering her pussy would be wet too.
He explored her collarbone with lapping motions of his tongue, back down to her breasts. When he went lower, licking at her navel until she almost screamed with need, she finally believed this wasn’t going to end. This was just the start of a beautiful, loving relationship.
She gripped the fabric between his shoulder blades and yanked his shirt overhead, discarding it with a swish to the carpet. Skimming each rounded pec, she found the hard nipples set in the centers. A sprinkling of pale brown hair covered his chest, tapering into a perfect V and disappearing into the waistband of his faded jeans.
“Can’t get enough of tasting you. Can’t get enough of kissing you.” He placed nipping bites over the rounded swell of her belly and ran his tongue over the skin above her cutoffs. “I know I won’t get 40
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enough of sinking into you, baby.” His eyes glowed up at her. “I’m so going to fuck you.”
A cry of need burst from her. She sank her teeth into her lower lip as he stripped away her shorts and the pale pink thong she wore.
Then he ruffled the thick curls covering her mound. When she’d met Jane, she’d worn a full bush. Over time, she’d shaved away the hair on her labia and around her clitoris, knowing it must be more pleasing for Jane to eat her pussy. Ethan was wonderfully appreciative of the curls she kept, and she practically preened that Danny seemed to love them too.
“God, I’ve got to taste you.”
With that, he buried his face in her slit, and stabbed his tongue into her dripping folds. Parting them with his forceful tongue, he met her clit. She stiffened, hands curling into fists and thumping his shoulders weakly as he drove her to new heights. Her mouth watered to taste him too, to accept his throbbing head on her tongue and learn every swollen inch.
He slid his hands under her ass and lifted her, drawing her up, and then letting her fall, forcing her to fuck his face. The sensation drove her wild. Sharp, rasping cries exploded from her. Her world narrowed. She forgot about everything but the intense burn in her pussy, of the silken feel of his tongue flickering it.
She burst with a scream of delight. She dragged a gasp of air
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