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Andrew
I can’t stop staring at her, sprawled beneath me, her skin flushed and her hair splayed out like a halo of silk against the mattress. A satisfied smile graces her lips, her eyes half-lidded and heavy with a contented haze.
Sinful.
That's the only word that comes to mind as I take in the sight before me. God, I can't get enough of her.
Desire pulses through my veins, a persistent ache that demands to be satisfied. I want more. More of her taste, more of her touch, more of those intoxicating moans that escape her lips every time our bodies collide. But I know I need to pace myself. As much as I want to hear her scream my name in pleasure over and over again, I also understand that she needs to rest. Her body, as incredible and responsive as it is, isn't
