“Yes. Everywhere. I love it.”
I exhale, blood rushing to my d**k. I whisper, “You’re so f*****g sweet, baby. You came so hard for me.”
She teases, “As I recall, you had a pretty intense orgasm yourself.”
“I saw stars.”
“You roared like a lion.”
“I did. That’s what you make me feel like. A lion. I’m your besotted lion, following you around on all fours.”
“Besotted. You’ve been googling love words. I like.”
Kissing her neck, I run my open hand all over her ass, thigh, hip, and back, memorizing every curve. Her skin is soft and smooth, warm and pliant.
I want to sink my teeth into every inch of it.
She whispers, “You’re growling, Simba.”
I playfully bite her neck. My d**k is throbbing.
But I’m already late.
When I sigh against her throat, she knows.
“Oh no. So soon?”
The disappo
