He broke the kiss after I don’t know how long with a sigh, a brush of our noses. In that instant, he was tender. A different kind of lover. Not one who intended to fill my ass with his big c**k and empty his c*m there, marking me as deep as possible. Then he nibbled along my jaw, down my neck, licked along my collarbone, then dropped to his knees.
I remained still as he kissed my breasts, then took one n****e into his mouth and suckled. Okay, there was the passionate lover.
My hands went to his shoulders of their own volition. Realizing I perhaps shouldn’t have done that, I dropped them.
“No. You may touch me,” he breathed, his breath fanning over my wet n****e, making it furl even tighter.
I put my hands back on his hard, broad shoulders and felt the play of his muscles beneath my fin
