Chapter 88. Pleasure
His lips were on mine, eating me alive. “What a view here, Arya,” he said with his lips still against my cheek. His fingers slide beneath the elastic border and my belly tenses even more. “I wish I could stay in this position forever.”
I couldn’t answer when the pad of his middle finger brushed against a narrow triangle of short curls.
“Oh Arya,” He said, his cock giving an abrupt, painful throb. “On the couch,” He says hoarsely, pulling my hand from my panties and giving my ass a little swat. “On your back.”
I move backward, turning toward the living room and giving him a view of my perfect ass.
Firm enough to curve, soft enough to bounce a little as I walk, sloping into strong thighs and up into hips made to hav
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