Lucy was looking up at the ceiling as she grinds her body on him. Her hair was let down, sweat trailing down her skin—glistening when it passes the moonlight. Her body was all there is to see. He chose not to look away from that beautiful body because he refuses to think of another woman that has been bothering him since the very first time he has taken Lucy. He has to remind himself over and over again that Lucy is here, that woman is not.
Lucy was insatiable.
A short rest and they will go at it again and he willingly gives it to her, as long as they are covered with darkness. Because he won’t allow his body to be seen in broad daylight.
She moaned loudly before her head lowered and their eyes met. He was laid down on the bed. The pillows are stacked by his head so he could have his up
