As she waited in the lobby of the doctor’s collective her mind wandered…first a stop to the first time they met and the recollection brought a gasp from her that made heat radiate throughout her body. Thoughts and memories tumbled about her mind in a rush and finally came to a stop at a moment that still plays about her memory, as if it was just a few days ago.
He had made a trip to her city. Just to see her…
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She vaguely remembers his voice, hushing her and the feel of a gentle kiss as she drifts off for a nap before they have to leave the temporary haven of five three five. One thing she craves is the sleep that she is able to completely surrender to after being with him. She awakens not to the jingle of his mobile device but the gentle nibbles down her shoulders as his nips at her flesh, moisture pooling once again as gooseflesh erupts when his beard follows and she moans. She can’t help but moan in sleepy pleasure.
Her mewling seems to fuel his ministrations which increased in pressure. His hands are large and soft and his movements are sure and firm. He whispers something in her ear but it goes unheard as his digits playing in her sex, teasing her turgid clit has her writhing in wet pleasure, bucking her ass upwards so she can grind on his fingers. “What? What did you say?” she manages to get out before her thighs begin to quiver in the tell-tale start of yet another orgasm. “I love that you are so wet for me..” his husky voice reduced to a low growl of pure unadulterated lust, lust she returns for him tenfold.
He flips her over as if she’s a ragdoll and not a plus sized woman, spreading her thighs again, looking at her as if he hasn’t had a meal in weeks. That look, the moment when his cerulean blue eyes go dark, always sends a rush of her juices down her sex and he knows it. Chuckling to himself before he captures her clit between his teeth, she only has a moment to take a breath before she finds herself arching her back and clutching the sheets for dear life as the tsunami begins. The one that leaves her legs incapable of moving let alone supporting her. And then he applies pressure, as if nipping and sucking and tonguing her over sensitive yet still hard clit isn’t enough, his fingers find their way inside her clenching pussy, the muscles clamping down as if to milk what she can from him. All the while his tongue remains constant and steady, in its pursuit of her orgasms.
She cums with a force that puts a smile on his face as she pulls him up to kiss him and taste herself on his tongue…before leaning her head over the edge of the bed, pulling his rigid cock into her mouth, hell bent on making him go weak in the knees as he stands over her.