Spicy Desires
He waited through every tremor, every aftershock, letting her ride it out until the last flutter faded.
Then slowly, he urged her legs to wrap around his hips.
And began to move.
Leisurely, he moved. Sensual. Deep, rolling thrusts that dragged every inch of him along her sensitive walls. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, her sweat, arousal, and the faint trace of lavender shampoo from last night’s bath
“Fuck, Charlotte… so hot… so tight… so wet…”