I was celebrating the fulfillment of my fantasy with one of my favorite things. We always hit a point where the pleasure beats out the sensitivity. I knew what I was doing to him. I let him play me like his own personal instrument. When my hips lifted up to meet his mouth, to tempt him, he finally gave us both what we clearly wanted. Are you going to spend February 14 with someone. Then he blew warm breath across my damp sex.
Maryam. Age: 31.
He stroked the sides of my face gently as I drove my lips down to the very root of him.
Kira. Age: 23.
It Had Never Occurred To Me That This Fantasy Of Mine Did Anything For Him. But Clearly It Did.
Oliver glanced up at me with his pretty, gem-colored eyes and gave me a crooked grin. I kept my hand over it as I moved my body languidly. He sat back on his heels and saluted Jamie.