He steps from the bathroom into the bedroom and sees her. His manhood grows hard just at the sight of her. She lies on her stomach engrossed in a book, her long legs crossed at the ankle. The babydoll nightgown she is wearing is pulled up above her hips showing the curves of her buttocks. The soft light from the bedside table making her skin glow.
He walks over to the bed and sits down softly so as not to disturb her. His hand reaches out and moves the curls that have fallen into her face. She smiles, leaning into his hand as it gently touches her face. His hand moves back through her hair to her neck and then down her back, his fingers light and teasing.
She closes the book, tossing it aside, and drops her head down, her moans soft as his fingers continue working down her back and to her butt. His hand cups her cheek and massages. No words are spoken as his fingers move her panties aside and slide down to softly stroke her. Her hips move with his fingers, her hands grasping the pillow.
He leans over, his breath hot on her ear as he whispers, “That’s it, baby, let yourself go.”
She cries out, the orgasm flowing through her body like hot liquid. “Make love to me.” She turns over, her hands running up his chest, his skin still hot and damp from the shower.
He slips into her arms, holding her close, his lips crushing down on hers. She slides her hands down his back; her tongue tangled with his. Their hands and lips explore each other’s body. He gently parts her legs with his knee opening her up to him as she wraps a leg around allowing him to glide inside, filling her.
She arches against him, meeting his long, slow thrusts. His eyes hold hers, seeing the light dance in them. He kisses her lips, her neck and down to her breasts, pulling at her hardened nipples through the satin of her nightgown. Her hands run down his back to cup his butt, pulling him deeper inside her.
Their moans fill the room as they move faster and harder until finally their release can no longer be denied. Together they climax, their juices mixing and their bodies molded. He whispers her name like a prayer, kissing her deeply.
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