Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Lavender climbs up on me, her hands on my chest, my penis rubbing against her pussy but not yet inside. “We’re not done yet, are we?” she says, her tone singsong and playful.
“I’m never done until you want to be done, babe.”
I could only say that with her. She’s that special.
The way she’s decided to take control here is incredibly sexy. Most girls just wait for the guy, and while, yes, I like that, too, it’s also incredibly sexy to be the one so desired.
“Having a taste of it only made me want to feel it again,” she whispers.
“And it’ll be ready for you whenever you want it. It’ll take a lot to stop me from pleasing you, Lavender.”
She giggles as she takes my cock and guides it toward her slit. She shudders as it presses against her, so wet again, her sucking me off being some extreme version of foreplay for her. Her pussy beautifully spreads to accept me, sliding down my length and letting me fill her up so completely.
I might be hard enough to take her again, but damn if I’m very sensitive from it all. She grinds against my cock, and it's an unusual but delightfully emotional feeling. She coos as she settles in, her hands on my pecs, before she begins to bounce up and down my cock.
With all of her now in front of me, I’m able to enjoy and explore her once again. Her beautiful bouncing breasts which I caress and cup. Hearing her coo and moan as I roll her nipples with my fingers, massaging them as delicately as I can as she rides me.
Down to her hips, her beautiful curves, she is a natural goddess in every way. Her soft belly, and the gooseflesh I feel forming under my fingertips as I bring my touch downward. Her thighs, plump and womanly, all adding to the figure that just screams woman in front of me. Every bit of her is before me to enjoy, and it seems too good to be true.
I grip her around the waist, helping our lovemaking, as I gently thrust into her, doing my part in contributing to our mutual lust for one another. Every thrust and stroke challenges me to keep it together, and I’m very surprised I can do that at all. Thankfully, the bliss is ravaging her just as much, being incredibly tender from what I had done to her only an hour or so before. The intense desire we give one another fuels us to keep going, her cries echoing through the night, and if she weren’t so loud, you’d definitely be able to hear my groaning in pleasure too.
I hold her tight. I give her it all. Somehow, some way, I realize that my balls still have something to give as we approach our next climax. My thumb reaches for her clit, ready to push and please her as we drive ourselves toward that final orgasm.
When she screams louder than ever before, I feel her body convulse and delightfully spasm in my arms. I hold her steady and keep fucking her, wanting to milk every little bit of her pleasure I can out of this moment.
I’m right there with her. Giving her every last drop of whatever my balls have left. She’s truly milking me dry, and the pleasure of it all is simply incredible.
I love this woman.
I barely know this woman, but she wouldn’t be doing this to me unless it was truly meant to be.
I love her. So goddamn much.
Lavender, spent, collapses into me. Her naked body is pressed against mine as my now soft cock slips out of her. I embrace her as she slips into my arms, her back against my chest. She’s exhausted after that, as am I.
She doesn’t have anywhere to be. The fire still burns, keeping us quite warm, and the blanket is nearby. We’re as comfortable as we could possibly be.
It’s no surprise she’s drifting to sleep in my arms.
I’m not going to be far behind her.
Sleeping on a blanket out in the middle of nowhere is going to be the most restful sleep I’ve had in ages.
SIX
lavender
This morning is much like any morning within the past week.
I wake up in the arms of this beautiful man who is holding me tight. We had just made the sweetest love imaginable the night before, so we both slept well and are aching the good ache.
This time, though, we did it in my fancy chalet that I rented. We had been out all night before, dancing at the local bar, drinking a bit, and when we got back, I decided it was my turn to take him home.
After all, I’d been to his cabin a few times within the past week, so it’s only fair. Besides, I should get some use out of it. It’s so expensive, and it feels like a waste every minute I’m not actually inside of it.