"Get on the bed. I am going to fuck the hell out of you." Paul's voice was hoarse with need, and hard breaths in between the sentences. Even though he ordered, it almost seemed a plead despite the command in his tone.
Just as they entered the bedroom, Regina's body was spun by Paul's hands until she faced him. Amazed by his rush, with a seductive smile on her face, she looked in his eyes, she could see lights reflecting in his eyes and his mouth was finding hers, while his hands were gripping the waist and lifting her up and outward until the soft bed was beneath her and he was above her, with the thick length of him stiff and heavy against her thighs.
Regina immediately part her legs and soon his body settled between them, his mouth taking her throat, soft kisses alternating with delicate feedings of her flesh, his tongue teasing and torturing the hollows of her neck.
