Though there were other things she liked too. Such as the way he trailed wet kisses down her neck and over her shoulder so that he could make his way to her breasts. She let out a sigh of longing as he used his mouth to bring her nipple to a sensitive point while fondling the other with his hand. The sensations he raised in her were so lovely that she sighed like a wanton and wriggled under him, instinctively trying to bring her sex into contact with him.
“I love how eager and free you are,” Francis purred as he brushed one hand down her stomach and between her legs. Priya gasped as he stroked and fondled the most sensitive part of her. “And I adore how wet you are with just the slightest touch.”
“I want you,” she said, half explanation, half demand. She arched into his touch and dragged her nails across his skin to give him as much pleasure as he was giving her.
Francis growled deep in his throat and pressed two fingers inside of her. She gasped and sighed, moving with him and enjoying the pleasure he gave her. That pleasure doubled when he brushed his thumb across her clitoris while still moving his fingers inside of her.
It was glorious in every way, and in an embarrassingly short amount of time, she came apart in waves of throbbing pleasure that had her feeling as though she could fly. It was so overpowering and beautiful, and it only got better when Francis shifted and thrust into her, matching her own pleasure with his own.
The sounds he made as he filled and stretched her were deliciously wicked, and instead of causing her orgasm to fade off and die, it only got stronger as he joined with her. She bore into it, rocking her body against his and straining for as much as she could of him. They were together in every way, and they always would be.
Finally, Francis came with a strangled cry, surging into her a few more times as she moved to encourage him, then sagging above her. That held its own sort of beauty, and as he finished and moved out of her, flopping to his side, Priya moved with him, curling herself around him.
“I love you,” she told him, her heart filled with happiness. She kissed him softly a few times, until he settled a hand on the back of her head and held her close for a longer kiss.
“And I love you, my darling,” he managed breathlessly, smiling at her. “We will be so happy together.”
“We will,” Priya agreed, snuggling against him. And no one would ever stand between them again.