There was nothing of the darkness in this. When he was with Diane , there was solely light. She was the place he was meant to be, and he'd forgotten the ideal pleasure of that.
He let go of her hair when she tried to lift her head, then groaned again, his eyes going broad as he fought not to c****x when she laid thick, heat lips on his neck and sucked, her tongue tracing the cord of his neck. Her breath fluttering against his skin.
The minutes that accompanied were the most wonderful of his lifestyles as their bodies first recognized, then remembered each other. Tryson was overwhelmed, washed in pleasure and love so stark, it added tears to his eyes.
Diane whimpered and her palms dove into his hair, her elbows on his shoulders as she pulled herself closer, higher, wrapped her legs rou
