Felicity...
"Go slow; you're too sore," he said hoarsely, raising his hips to push his pants down even further. As he moved, his erection brushed against my legs, and I grumbled, so aching and empty, as if the orgasms he'd given me earlier had only grown rather than satisfied my craving.
When I wrapped my fingers around him and tucked the broad crest against the soaked folds of my cleft, he tensed. The scent of our lust was heavy and humid in the air, an enticing blend of desire and scents that roused each tissue in my body.
My skin felt flushed and tingly, and my breasts felt heavy and tender. "Goddess. Felicidad!" he exclaimed as I dropped onto him, his hands frantically stretching on my thighs. I closed my eyes because I felt too exposed. I'd desired intimacy with him, but this seeme
