“Your skin is so soft, so smooth, and well, so kissable.”
Juan kissed her lips and every available inch of her body, while she returned the kisses and the touches, lost in the wonder of the magic they shared. She had never felt as much heat or ardent pleasure as she did when he had her in his arms. Juan knew all the right places to touch and lick until she begged for him to get closer and deeper.
“Sweet Mercy,” he groused as her inner thigh muscles clamped down on him as she pushed her hips up against his to continue the pleasure, “why did I wait so long to finish.”
Another female might have been insulted at the comments had she not known, heart and soul, that to this point he had only considered her fulfillment and her pleasure. He had repeatedly given her everything she wanted and needed. He cared about her satisfaction in a way that was absolute until the precise moment when it shifted to being about him. He allowed her to be on top and drive him to the end of the precipice as he pulled her bottom into him, growing bigger and harder with each thrust until they both felt as if they were launched into space and flying. Afterward they tumbled as an entwined pair and drifted into a soft slumber after their exhausting lovemaking.
Minutes or hours later, Julie murmured, “We really need to see the sights while we are here.”
Juan shifted them slightly and gripped her a bit closer as he whispered, “From my perspective, the sights are perfect from here.”
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