Don't Stop Loving Mebycreativetalent©
He found her wetness, and his fingers teased over her opening. His cock lay rigid against the inside of her thigh, and he opened her then positioned himself so that his length was cradled in her folds. He smiled when her eyes widened as he rubbed up and down, the plump vein on the underside of his penis pressing against her clit. His balls crowded her pussy entrance, and she remembered how they had felt when she had given him a blowjob.
She reached down, and he reared farther up on his knees to give her access. Her fingers slid through her curls so that his cock nudged the tips each time he came seeking through her folds. Up and down he rubbed, sucking in his breath each time she stroked the blunt crown.
Her juices coated him and transferred to her hand. She withdrew and brought her fingers up to his mouth in a saucy dare. He didn't hesitate. Taking her wrist, he held her fingers captive and proceeded to suck each and every one.
Not letting go of her hand, he leaned forward, forcing her arm to her side. He found her other one with his free hand and entwined their fingers before pressing them to the mattress on either side of her head.
He lay above her, his body pressed to hers, his cock between her thighs. He nibbled playfully at her chin, and when she laughed, he captured the sound as his mouth covered hers. He rocked his hips, moving up and down until he found her entrance. He slid deep, seating himself far within her body. Then he stopped, holding himself tightly against her as he devoured her mouth.
She wriggled her hands, just enough to test how committed he was to holding her down.
He released her immediately, and she touched him with greediness, her hands coaxing over his arms to his muscular shoulders and then to his back.
She loved the male roughness, the dips and curves of each muscle and the rigidity as she feathered over them. She loved feeling him flinch, as though her touch was intensely pleasurable to him.
He withdrew, sliding his engorged cock over aching, pulsing flesh. Then he rocked forward again, slow and easy. She sighed and wiggled her hips, impatient for the pleasure he would give her.
A smile curved his sensual lips, and his eyes gleamed as he stilled once more inside her.
'You are a miserable tease,' she reproached.
'What's your hurry?' he murmured as he kissed her quick and light and then proceeded to pepper a line down her jaw to her throat.
'Mmm ...' She arched into him, seeking those sinful lips, needing to feel them against her skin.
Thrust and withdraw. He set a lazy rhythm, his pace unhurried and relaxed. Each stroke sent her senses flaming, a slow crawl to completion. Like a rope swing in the heat of summer, starting slow, swaying in the wind, higher and higher, until it reached toward blue skies.
She closed her eyes, basking in his sunshine. His hands roamed freely over her body, cupping and molding, his touch light and seeking. Each caress told her more than words that she belonged to him. She was his and he knew her better than she knew herself.
When she felt his pace quicken, felt him swell within her, stretching her to her limits, she pulled his head down to hers. She fused their lips, pouring all that she felt into her kiss.
He lowered his body to hers, melding to her as he wrapped his arms around her. Their bodies entwined, he cupped his hips over her, thrusting repeatedly between her legs.
'Emma,' he whispered as he buried his face in her hair.
Her breath stuttered across her lips like a hiccup. She flew higher on the swing until the sun bathed her face and she closed her eyes to its brightness. Warmth, sweet, honeyed warmth flooded her soul. Joy flickered across her heart as her orgasm swelled and then burst around her like flowers opening to the sun's rays.
'Dave,' she whispered back, her voice choked.
They held each other tightly as their bodies quivered and shook in the aftermath of their lovemaking. He lay, warm and limp over her body, covering her like a blanket. She rubbed her palm absently over his back as he softened inside her.
Finally, he moved away, pulling her with him so that she was cradled in his embrace.
Neither spoke. They didn't want to ruin the moment with something as harsh and unwieldy as mere words. Emma contented herself with lying in his arms, listening to the soft pounding of his heartbeat so close to her ear.
David felt Emma mumble something against his chest. He pulled her up a little and asked gently, 'What is it, baby?'
'You didn't even read the entire story,' she pouted, making him smile. 'You sidetracked me.'
'But atleast I made you forget their comments,' he said as he ran a finger across her cheek. 'I can't see you sad.'
'Don't change, Dave. Love me as you always do,' she said before pressing a soft kiss on his chest.
'I don't think I can stop myself from loving you,' chuckled David as he squeezed her bottom lovingly. 'Now, get some sleep, doll. You have your college tomorrow.'
'Ay! Ay! Captain,' murmured Emma as she cuddled David. 'I love you, Dave,' she confessed before wrapping her arm possessively around his waist.
'I love you too, Em,' he whispered, running his fingers over her slender back.
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