Oz was an extremely fiery lover at times.
Others were very sweet, still others were cold and detached. I loved all facets of him and enjoyed being his relief valve. Although I was bruised from the fury of how he had mounted me, I was fully satisfied.
I moaned as he hugged me and rubbed his boner on my back.
The sun showed its first rays between the curtains of the glass wall of our bedroom and Oz was, as always, insatiable.
" Mmm… I want you " he whispered, sexy in my ear.
I pretended to be asleep, but it only made him laugh heartily. He pulled me under him and nuzzled my nose.
" Princess, I know you're awake " he smiled.
" I want to sleep " I complained.
" You've already slept " He teased me.
" To keep me beautiful, I need my beauty sleep "
" How long does it last? " he asked,
