21
Dasia
Every muscle in my body turned to liquid, and I sank into the bed, Adrian’s warmth against my back, his mouth trailing over my face and neck with gentle brushes of soft lips.
I drank in the affection, the feeling of being important—needed—by someone for the first time in my life. While my first c****x had come from one hell of a deep thrust, a harsh f*****g, the second welled up inside because of his gentleness, his slow glides and grinds that had taken me higher even than the first.
He’d made love to me. There was no other word for it.
And I f*****g loved it. Couldn’t wait to do it again. And again.
Sighing, I smiled wider, not giving a single s**t over the fact our c*m dripped onto the bed beneath us. His c**k still buried deep inside me, but began to soften with every hea
