To make her fly.
“Keep stroking me like that, and I won’t last long enough for foreplay.”
“Well then…”
Placing a hand against my chest, she pushed me across the room until the back of my legs hit the bed. I lowered myself onto it, about to lie down, but she stopped me.
“No. Like this.” She crawled on top of me, a leg on either side as I remained in a sitting position.
She raised herself slightly, the warmth between her thighs igniting me. I moved my cock against her a few times, spreading her desire around. Then I met her eyes, nodding. She lowered herself onto me, both of us sighing in relief at that sensation of fullness we’d missed these past few days.
“So damn good, baby,” I moaned as she pulsed against me. I ran my hand up her torso, kneading her breasts.
From the beginning, I thought Julia was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. But right now, watching as she chased her pleasure, back arched, eyes closed, I’d never seen anything so damn sexy.
I had no idea what I did to be the lucky bastard to be able to give her this. To experience this with her.
But I wasn’t going to question it. I was going to enjoy it for as long as I could.
Maybe even forever.