“Yes, absolutely yes.” He wouldn’t know what this offer means to me.
“Good girl. Because I simply can’t wait to feast on you.” He presses his lips to mine again for another kiss. This time I melt into him, leaning against his granite chest.
When he runs his hands over my breasts, the wetness between my legs grows, filling my panties. I moan as he squeezes and kneads his fingers into my soft flesh, flicking his thumbs over my nipples.
Then suddenly, he’s moving my hand and placing it over his cock. My breath becomes ragged when I feel how hard he is.
“Stroke me.” His rusty voice caresses my lips.
Gladly I stroke his cock through his pants and take a moment to watch the pleasure filling his handsome face. Seeing him like this makes me want to please him even more, so I rub his cock harder. A deep grown rumbles in his chest and he claims my lips again with ravenous hunger and greedy desire.
My body yields to the possession. So when he lifts the hem of my negligee and pushes his fingers into my pussy I already know how wet I am.
“You’re soaked.” He brushes his nose over mine. “Baby, do you need me to fuck you?”
“Yes.” I’ve never wanted anything more, and I don’t care how desperate I sound. I do need him.
“Then I think we need to get started.”