Laura opened her legs and gave her body, heart and soul to the man above her. There was nothing he couldn’t ask that she wouldn’t give. Every passing second she spent with him made her more aware of how much loved him, strong, powerful and totally unexplainable. She’d read many books where love could be explained in the most factual of terms. There was no explanation for the beating of her heart and the way she craved being with him.
Dean leaned down and kissed her, exploring her lips and loving her with his tongue. Laura lay and ran her harms up and down his naked back. She couldn’t believe this man was all of hers.
“I want you,” he growled and bit her lip slightly. “You’re mine. All mine.” He didn’t seem to be talking to anyone but himself.
She smiled at his possessiveness. Her slit was wet and leaking more of her cum.
Dean replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock.
She leaned up and watched as he played with her clit with the head of his cock.
“I can’t wait,” she told him
He moved down and she felt the tip of his cock as he pressed inside her, the delicate tissues of her cunt spreading to accommodate his thick length.
“You’re still fucking tight,” he said.
She felt his hands go to her waist and then he gripped her hips and plunged deeper inside her. Laura opened her legs allowing him to go as deep as possible.
“So tight and wet,” he said.
“You won’t hurt me,” she assured him. She wanted him to make love to her body. For him to give her everything he had to offer.
He flung his head back and took her at her word. His dick surged inside her. Laura reached between their bodies and fingered her clit. She’d read something similar in one of his books and she wanted his to be thrusting inside her as she released.
“Fuck, yes. Play with your clit,” he said.
Laura touched her clit, the touch light as his hips moved, pushing
in and out of her. Their rhythm changed. Their need to reach the point at the top of the cliff and tumble over was fast upon them. Dean’s thrust became harder and faster making her gasp and she came apart in his arms, her screams muffled by his lips as he kissed her, absorbing every sound. She withered under him and Dean got wilder. His nails sunk into the flesh of her legs. He pulled her legs up and placed her feet around his neck, plunging inside her. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was the only sound to be heard. She could tell he was close and with one final fuck inside, Dean tensed and she felt the pulse of his cock expand, his seed shooting inside her cunt.
Dean collapsed against her and held her in his arms.
“That was amazing,” she whispered.
“You’ve seen nothing yet,” he told her.
Laura snuggled against his side, content and happy to be with the man she loved. Dean’s words elicited many erotic thoughts. Her future felt content.
Chapter Thirteen
Over the next couple of weeks, Laura spent most of her time writing in her diary. She couldn’t believe how much paper she’d used from writing about her thoughts and feelings.
Her diary was the one salvation she had in her hectic life. She was either at the library or Peter kept her company or she was with Dean. There wasn’t one second left for herself.
Dear Diary,
Our affair has begun. Every spare moment I get I go to his house and we fuck for the whole night and into the early hours of the morning. Every time I think I’m spent, Dean will touch me and the fire is awakened.
My stories are taking on a more erotic edge because of it.
I want to do so much with him. He’s my world. Our time down at the pool was one of many. When we’re in the same room, nothing can stop our passions. There is nothing we can’t do. I watch couples pass me in the street and at the library and wonder if they’ve experienced the same passion and lust I feel in the arms of my lover? I’m amazed. Dean Riley is my lover.
He’s considerate and kind. He always makes sure I reach a climax when we’re together. I’ve got to write them down. When I come home it’s like I’ve imagined our time together. The only way I can feel they’re real is writing my experiences in this book. Be prepared for some heated words.
The time in his study:
Today we decided to work in his study. He’s close to finishing his manuscript and I’ve still got to learn more skills if I want to become a writer.