Hot night

January 16

shiver of anticipation ran down her spine as he gently maneuvered her onto her stomach, his strong hands guiding her into position. She lifted her hips instinctively, presenting herself to him, a silent invitation. Please, she whispered, her voice muffled slightly by the pillow. Take me, claim me, make me yours in every way possible.The feeling of his hard length sliding into her from behind drew a long, low moan from her throat, her back arching to push her ass more firmly against him. His hands on her curves, kneading and caressing, sent jolts of electricity through her body, making her walls clench around his thickness. You feel so good inside me, she panted, pushing back to meet his slow, deep thrusts. Filling me, completing me...

She melted under his tender ministrations, a symphony of soft sighs and breathy moans spilling from her lips as he lavished attention on her sensitive skin. Each brush of his lips, each gentle caress, ignited sparks of pleasure that danced along her nerve endings, stoking the fire building low in her belly. Oh god, she breathed, arching into his touch like a flower seeking the sun. Your hands, your mouth... they worship me so beautifully.

She tangled her fingers in his hair, guiding him lower, silently begging for more of his exquisite ***. Her skin flushed and heated under his reverent touches, goosebumps rising in the wake of his kisses. Make me feel alive, she pleaded softly, her voice husky with need begging him more and more.