Oh no...
He reaches down and slowly start rubbing his palm, up and down, between my thighs.
It's the perfect amount of friction at the perfect tempo.
I hold his eyes in the mirror.
Fucking hell, I'm gagging for him again.
I drop my head back, giving him perfect access to my neck, his tongue working a firm, heavy trail up the column of my throat, circling at the sensitive hollow under my ear.
"You come again?" he teases in my ear as he works my core.
"Hm...I need you." I say lightly
"Baby, those words make me so happy. Always?" He asks.
"Yes," I confirm him.
He growls his approval.
"Now, I want to be inside you." He yanks my hips forward and positions himself at my entrance before hammering into me on an ear-piercing yell that echoes around the vast bathroom.
"Oh...oohh. Dear," I support myself on the vanity unit, bracing myself for the onslaught.
He crashes forward.
