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    Nobis Pacem Chapter 1

    Her hips reacted immediately and jerked up. I managed to keep her pinned down to the bed with my hands pressed against her open thighs.

    With my nose I bumped against her clit as I drew back and thrust in again. I struggled to keep her hips down as they threatened to thrash about. Her initial burst of cum started to leak out so I slipped two fingers in, digging deep, finding and then rubbing against that special spot in her spongy wall as I flicked my tongue at the clit repeatedly.

    It had gotten unbelievably hot in her core so I knew she was almost there. Before leaving, I couldn’t resist sucking on the nub once, and, without my hands pinning her down, she jerked up in response, her hips rose clear off of the bed. I hurriedly clambered up; she was now as ready as I was.

    “Why’d you stop?” she protested, taken by surprise, once again, by the latest sudden turn in our lovemaking.

    “I promise, the next time, maybe as soon as a few hours from now, even, I will eat you out slowly, and linger over every soft fold, lick every hidden spot, suck on your soft flesh, and worship your whole beautiful, delicious pussy,” I whispered hotly into her ear, as I pressed my body into hers, seeking to bind our bodies together forever.

    “But right now, baby, we have to do something that is going to rock our world,” I added and gave her a deep kiss, allowing her to taste what I’d tasted in her.

    When my mound touched hers a rainbow of colors exploded in my eyes. I heard Chris let out a long moan, also, and we began to circle our hips in rhythm, rubbing urgently, hot skin to hot skin.  I felt my clit slip out and nudge in between her thick lips, so I adjusted our angles. We began thrusting against each other slowly at first, and then begun to pick up the pace. We rocked and rubbed and ground against each other harder and harder, and soon a thin film of sweat covered my back.

    Chris was groaning louder as our exertions reached a frenetic pace, and was soon calling on every saint in heaven, I could swear. I opened my eyes as we ground against each other in desperate thrusts and hungrily drank this vision: in the throes of her wild passion she grew even more stunning, beautiful, and oh! so fucking sexy. I realized I’d told her so as we rocked back and forth, grew wilder and wetter, and became drenched and slippery from sweat and cum. Still we ground against each other.

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      • Here in spirit. But this is about a few special L words that play out in a couple’s life in another part of town. In the fringes of the world of the series I’ve been writing; but different. Hope you like it.

    1. Will try this again. Left a message about 4:00 this morning and something happened, it’s not posted. My message was to thank you for posting such a beautiful love story. And that I hope this story will be continued we would like to know what happens to Aerin in the future. Thanks for sharing.

    2. Dainty, Hellbent, and new friends: thanks for the comments. Honestly: was tough to pull this together, but it was worth it. Am v glad you liked it. Ok. I hear you. It may take a while for an update on her story, but it will be coming.

      • Well this was a pleasant surprise. I am always seeking an episode from your creativity. So much, I had to buy a smaller electronic device so that I might read your input on the go. Now, for me buying another electronic anything is saying a lot. I am one of the “dial phone” “get up and change the channel” “do not Text me and expect an answer” old school DIE HARD. But, your writing genius persuaded me to become a mobile reader at my neighborhood “coffee house.” Please continue to write

    3. Beautiful story. I could feel Aerin’s struggle. I would love to read about the 18 months in between their first time and Chris’ final moments. I sure it would be moving.

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