There's A Smile On Her Lips As He Hips Press Back Against His Own, Taking His Cock Deep Inside Her And

every part of him is one fire, alight with the flame of desire that she lit the spark to. he hadn't expected her to want to touch him again anytime soon, had barely been touched in the years since his wife passed, and it's driving him to madness. the simple touch of her hand has his eyes closing initially, soft grunts leaving his lips as he forces himself to remain still and not eagerly thrust into her hand. "fuck, harriet." he breathes, gasping quietly when he feels her hand slide under his clothes, gripping him bear and causing his eyes to flash open so he could look at her. his groan becomes even louder when she speaks in spanish, hot desire coursing through him as he loses his composure, hips thrusting up into her hand. "is this alright?" he questions, seeking her permission for his hand on her breast, thumb brushing softly across her nipple. "you feel so fucking good, sweetheart."

Being wit him like this again reminds Harriet of that first night together. When she was so attracted to him it hurt. Even if she was still upset about what happened after they slept together - it was impossible not to realize how attractive Tomas is. Even the sound of his voice promising to earn her trust turns her on. Yet at the same time she needs to keep her resolve, not give into him right away. Although she doesn't mind the natural way his hands move over her body. He's the only man she's let touch her in years, even before her divorce. Other women may think she was insane for rebuffing his advances for turning him down. They would kill to have anyone fawn over them like he was doing now. Harriet pushed away the waistband of his boxers to wrap her hand around his cock, eagerly stroking him. "And someday you might," she whispered into his ear not wanting to lead him on. "Right now though you get what I give you Tomas." Then to make it even more sensual for him she switched to speaking Spanish, "I'll please you until you earn the right to please me again."

"that right?" he scoffs, shaking her head as sharp blue eyes raise to meet her own. "can't be the husband that you care about hurting, right? you wouldn't be fucking me if that was it. so what are you worried about, sweetheart?"

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" you don't understand what's on the line here. " the brunette warned as she looked at the other. " i could lose it all — is that what you want? "

"and i think you're scared." she counters, unwelcome hurt trickling through her at his reaction. "is it really so bad that i kissed you?"

" i think you're confused. " he was far from the perfect guy you should get feelings involved with. " that's what i think. "

she's known for a long time now that he was her perfect partner in every way. from his patience with her back when they were young to indulging her in her every fantasy, there was not another man alive who she could ever want like she does him. lorna laughs under her breath, a moan punching out of her a moment later with a particularly hard thrust. "won't be the last time either. it's kind of hot to have other people watching us." she well and truly didn't mind an audience when it came to them, loving the fact that ray never seemed to care either. "i can't stay quiet when i have your cock inside me, baby. it fucks me so good and feels so thick." she praises him, whining and bucking her hips when he gets his fingers on her clit. "oh god." she mutters in between kisses, clinging onto the counter as she pants into his mouth. "always wet for you. gonna be even wetter when i cum for you."

Without question Ray knew that he was an extremely lucky man. There was nothing he took for granted. Including having a wife who was incredibly horny for him constantly. Of course he couldn't imagine ever denying her sex even if it was at risk of being caught. "As if it would be the first time," he laughed clinging to her hips as he continued thrusting himself into her. If people didn't already know about their voracious sexual appetite they would now. "Oh yeah baby they really are gonna know after tonight huh, you just love being fucked so good you can't stay quiet can ya?" He countered reaching a hand around her body so he could rub his fingers over her clit. "Such a wet pussy for me baby I love it," he groaned into another kiss eager to make her a complete mess.

she has to supress a grin at his answer, knowing then and there that her work would be easy. it always was with the inexperienced ones, the virginal ones that would tremble under her every touch. she nods once, thumb stroking over the head of his cock. "you can touch me anywhere you like, my prince. though if you want to know how to please your future bride, you should start by touching here." she takes his hand, sliding it up over her breast.

Alastair felt Selaena’s eyes on him as he stroked himself, moaning softly as he felt her feminine hand embrace on his hardened member. He ached for her lips to be on his coc.k, having been told that was a pleasurable experience.

Alastair kissed the escort back, holding her close and embracing her lovingly for a moment. “Never,” he confessed, his cheeks flushing at his confession. He looked her over, coc.k twitching at the majesty of the sight. “You’re incredible,” Alastair whispered softly.

“May I touch you?” He asked innocently, wanting her consent.

he loved the way that she responded to him. she knew exactly what he liked to hear when it came to being in bed together, knowing that the key to her own pleasure was stroking his ego. "my woman. my pretty pussy." he presses a kiss t her inner thigh again, chuckling as she pushes his head back down, letting his breathe skim across her opening as he listens to her beg. he can feel his cock hardening further against the mattress, fingers digging into her thighs as he pulls her a little closer, mouth lowering down to run his tongue through her folds. "i'm gonna give it to you baby. gonna give you everything you need." he licks through her slit again before closing his lips around her clit, sucking softly.

There was nothing wrong with him being possessive, she loved it honestly. Yet he didn't need a picture of it to know how good it looked. Plus a photo wouldn't be as good as the real thing. "Yes baby all yours," she purred running her fingers through his hair. "I do I need it." She whined, faking it a little but giving him the encouragement he needed. When he popped his head up she smirked before forcing his head back down between her thighs so she could roll her eyes. "Please Arthur, I need it. I need you. Look at this pretty pussy... it's all yours to eat up as much as you like." While she wasn't completely pretending he knew he preferred it the more desperate she sounded for him.

a smirk tugs at her lips, unable to help but tease him when he's given her the perfect opportunity to. it does soften a moment later though at how hard he's trying to make his feelings known, a struggle that the two of them share. "don't i know it." she teases idly, eyes locked on him. "i know. how about you start repaying me by buying me a burger? i'm fucking starving."

malik huffs a short breath—could've been a laugh if it weren't so dry. the hand pressed to her chest doesn't go unnoticed, and he rolls his eyes, gaze flicking away like maybe if he doesn't look directly at her, the burn of embarrassment will fade quicker. "yeah, well," he mutters, shoulders shifting in a faint shrug, "sincerity isn't exactly my strong suit." he scratches the back of his neck, suddenly very interested in the floor. "you got the gist." then, with a glance her way, quieter, but firmer: "i meant it, though."

he doesn't know what he's doing with her, chalks it up perhaps to the fact that he hadn't done this in a long time and she just looks too damn good in her shirt and panties. his hands splay against her back as he kisses her, sliding his tongue into her mouth and grunting into it when he hears her whine. logical thought goes out the window they're pressed again, consumed only with the thoughts of her tight little body and how good she is with her mouth. "fun, huh?" he goes when she presses him down on the couch, his hands skinning up her thighs to grip her hips, helping her grind on his hardening cock. "yeah, i think you might just be worth the trouble." his hands find the bottom of her shirt, tugging it up over her head and exhaling at the sight of her. "fucking beautiful." he bucks up against her pussy, leaning forward to take one of her nipples into his mouth.

As quickly as the kiss started it was over and Bea was left wanting for more when he pulled back. Even the way he sighs is attractive to her and it's difficult not to pull him in for another kiss. Something about the way he's looking at her though stop her from doing anything. Then when he calls her trouble she breaks out into a grin. While other people may think that was a bad thing she took it as a compliment. Before she can even reply they're kissing again and she presses her hands against his torso wanting to feel his body. A needy whine leaves her lips knowing this won't be enough. With her hands gripping his shirt she pulled him away from the window pushing him down onto the couch. "Maybe but I'm fun trouble," she grinned as she straddled him already grinding herself down against him. "You wanna see how much trouble I can be?"

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she doesn't drop her hands away from his face even when the kiss break and he speaks, thumbs brushing gently over the stubble across his jaw. it's the softest that they've ever been with each other without question, peace and anxiety thrumming through her veins in equal measure. "i'm not asking you to suddenly dote on me. just stop fighting me all the damn time, gwaine. we didn't even need to fight now until you decided to take your anger out on me." she sighs heavily, shoulders dropping as her hands fall from his face only to rest on his chest instead. selaena had never wanted a marriage like this in the first place, she'd just been too blinded by her own anger to so much as give him a chance. "i don't know. i've never tried, and you've never let me close enough to." there had always been that wall placed between them, any chance of them moving forward thwarted by it. "you try not to hurt me, i'll try not to hurt you. that sounds like a decent start to me."

gwaine wasn't surprised that she kissed him, it was what she tended to do if he became worked up. it would always lead to them sleeping together and brushing off whatever argument they'd just had until it happened again. but this time he found himself opening his eyes in confusion. it was slow, and intense, less exploring him and more...intimate?

it did feel as though she was asking a lot of him though, how could he not resent. it's the only feeling he's been running on since their wedding. "i can't just wake up and dote on you like a loving husband," he felt possessive of her but he believed neither of their feelings could be classified as romantic, lustful for sure, and maybe if given a choice he'd have gotten to know her and choose to be with her, but that hadn't been their story.

"you think you can look at me and say you can accept all i am?" he knew he was an emotional man, he was told that all the time. "how do you expect us to change?"