I Want to Write Romance Novels
He spread her wide and she closed her eyes at the touch, lewd, lascivious and lovely, at once thankful for the darkness and quite desperate for the light. "Did you touch yourself, my lovely". She shook her head, her hands searching desperately for him, finding his soft silky hair, as she kissed the nape of his neck. "No". He stopped again and her fingers curled against him. "''Tis true. I didn't. But....". He blew softly on the exposed center of her. He continued the exploration of her lucious curves....."but...."
She inhaled, her breath ragged and slow, and though it was he who knelt, it was she who confessed. "But I wanted to". Her honesty was rewarded with his mouth, consuming her like fire, his tongue stroking in long, slow licks, curling in a slick promise at the hard center of her pleasure, and she lifted her hips to meet his unyielding mouth, not caring that the action was nothing short of wanton. She wanted and needed his pleasure if only for a fortnight.
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She inhaled, her breath ragged and slow, and though it was he who knelt, it was she who confessed. "But I wanted to". Her honesty was rewarded with his mouth, consuming her like fire, his tongue stroking in long, slow licks, curling in a slick promise at the hard center of her pleasure, and she lifted her hips to meet his unyielding mouth, not caring that the action was nothing short of wanton. She wanted and needed his pleasure if only for a fortnight.
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