His tongue pumped into her mouth, stroked and devoured her as he came over her, spreading her thighs to create the sweetest embrace he’d ever known.
Her legs lifted, knees bending as her feet pressed into the mattress, her knees gripping his thighs.
Thick and heavy, his c**k slid against the slick wet folds of her pu**y. Engorged, aching with a hunger tearing him apart.
His lips slid from hers, ran down the silk of her neck to the rise of firm, sweet br**sts and tight hard ni**les.
He had to taste her ni**les. Candy pink and hard and sweet as hell. He curled his tongue around one and let his hunger have its way.
Paige was drowning. She could feel herself drowning in pleasure so incredible she couldn’t find the strength to even attempt to resist even a second of it.
He’d warned her to keep her hands at the pillow, but she had to touch him, she had to hold onto him.
Her head was spinning like a top, pleasure whipping through her system like a fire burning out of control.
Her fingers dug into his hair as his lips drew the sensitized flesh into his mouth.
Sucking, drawing on it, his tongue licking, his teeth scraping. Flares of sensation whipped and raced through her entire body. Arching into it she was desperate to get closer.
She wanted to hold onto him forever. She just wanted to stay here in his arms.
“I waited,” she whispered, dazed, so much pleasure. “I waited so long, Abram.”
So many years and so many dreams of his touch.
“God, Paige, sweetheart.” Lifting his head he stared down at her, his legs pressing hers farther apart as he lifted, his knees digging into the bed, the head of his c**k nestling into the satiny soft folds of her pu**y.
The clenched entrance flared around the tip of his c**k as he pressed forward, his eyes locked with the drowsy heat of hers and he began to work the stiff flesh into the heated grip of her pu**y.
Paige was caught by the midnight of his eyes. She was caught by the pleasure-pain piercing and stretching her sex.
Her thighs trembled, her back arching, neck stretched back as her nails dug into his shoulders, her knees lifting, gripping his h*ps and opening herself to him.
“There, baby,” he groaned, his fingers gripping her hips, his gaze still locked with hers.
“Hold onto me, baby,” he groaned as she watched his expression tighten, watched his eyes flare.
That heat was burning through her. Like flames licking over her flesh, ripping through her senses. The thick width of his c**k pressed in, stretched her and sent desperate aching need shattering through her as she arched, bucking against him, fighting to drive him deeper.
His fingers tightened on her hips, his h*ps keeping a steady, heated rhythm. He didn’t speed up, he didn’t go any slower. Keeping his gaze on her, he continued to work deeper into flesh rarely used.
Her head twisted on the pillows, dug into them, and with desperate whimpers she begged for more. She wanted to cry out, she wanted to scream for more, but oh God, she couldn’t breathe.
“Please,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, gripping as the muscles of her cunt rippled and sucked in tight hard spasms as the head of his c**k lodged inside her. Working against the resistant muscles, the heavy flesh throbbing, burning inside her.
She needed more.
“Abram, please,” she moaned. “Oh God! Fuck me. Please, Abram.”
His h*ps jerked, burying him deeper.
Paige lifted her knees, her legs wrapping around his h*ps as she ground her pu**y upward, gasping with pleasure.
“There you go, precious,” he groaned. “Fuck that sweet pu**y up to me. Give it to me, baby. Work on my cock.” His lips moved to her neck, biting kisses, strokes of his tongue licking over her as he began to move deeper inside her.
Finally.
“Yes,” she whispered, her pleasure echoing in the low cry that left her lips. “Deeper, Abram.”