“Mm,” he moans out, taking his threatening tickling fingers and softly stroking my ribs. “I like the way you think.”
I lift my hips and rub my pussy against his bulge. His hand tightens around my wrists as he bites his bottom lip. His fingers move across my belly and up my right side. The pads of his fingers dance across my chest, and over my hard nipples.
I love when he touches me. Every nerve in my body ignites, and my blood turns to liquid fire. His touch is magic, sending me to the heavens and back. My back arches as he glides his hand down the center of my chest and cups my mound.
“You want me in there?” he asks. “You want to feel my cock inside you?”
I tug my bottom lip in and nibble on the skin. Nodding yes, I rub my pussy against his bulging cock. He's solid as granite, his tip pushing firmly against his jeans. I need to feel him in me. There's nothing else in this moment I need more. Not air. Not food. Not my heartbeat. I need him.
“Take me,” I say, my voice a whisper of a breath as I exhale.
Dash growls as he rips at the button on his pants. He releases my hands, standing up and pulling down his jeans. I slip my pants off, taking my panties with them. With a single finger, I gently trace my body as he watches.
His eyes follow my finger over my belly and around each breast. I pluck my nipple, twisting it between my fingers. Dash is stroking his cock as I play with myself. I love it. I love watching him react to me.
With a sexy smile on my face, I palm my pussy, sliding a finger in my heat. I push it in slowly, pulling it back out and rubbing my juice over my folds. I dip my finger in again, and rub my clit with my thumb.
Dash's eyes light up as his hand moves from base to tip and back again. He squeezes his engorged head. A small drip of pre-cum glistens at the edge, begging to be licked off. I push myself up and lick the droplet. It's salty and sweet.
“Mm,” I groan as he moves his hand so I can suck his cock. I raise my finger to his lips, and he sucks it into his mouth with a deep moan.
A shiver runs through my body, making my pussy seep and my clit throb. I can't wait anymore. I need him right now. Reaching up, I grab his shirt and tug him back down on top of me. I roll his shirt up over his head, and it toss to the floor.
His cock slides inside me easily. My juice coats him like silk. His dick spreads me wide open, swelling inside me, and stretching my body as far as it can go.
I never thought life could be more perfect. But it is. Every day with this man makes my life better. I feel more love. More appreciation. More beautiful. He looks at me like I'm the only woman in the world, just like he is right now.
His eyes never leave mine, not for a single second. He kisses me like my lips are his life and my body is his soul. With precision, he thrusts his cock in deep and hard, sending a rush of heat to my core.
The fire burns hot, spreading warm tendrils up and around my chest. My muscles buzz as he fucks me harder and faster. I can feel the orgasm building and growing. My toes curl and my fingers dig into the mounds of muscle in his back.
I release a moan as my legs clamp around his body, holding on tight. The orgasm bursts like a balloon, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Dash bites my neck, giving one last thrust as he comes. His cock pulses, purging its life blood in my pussy. We lay silent, our bodies still connected as we breathe heavy.
“How is it this hot every single time?” I ask, running my hands through my hair and pulling it tight against my scalp. “My damn thighs are shaking.”
“It's because we love each other,” he says. Dash opens his eyes and kisses me on the forehead. “That's the only explanation that makes sense.”
I run my fingers through his hair and look up at him. “I really do love you.”
“I love you too.” He climbs off me, grabbing some tissues from the box on the table. Passing me a few, he cleans himself off. “So, now that we got that out of the way, are you ready to see this place?”
“I am,” I answer, putting my pants back on. “Where are we going?”
“A little place called the Louvre.”
“Oo, so you're an art man, too? I had no idea.”