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Dust – Chapter 3
I tell her that I desire her, that my body craves for hers, that I need to feel her skin all over mine, that I need to feel the pleasure of being hers, the pleasure of having her shaking and trembling and moaning into my arms.
And Carmen lets go a light moan and her fingers hang onto the fabric of my shirt, they pull it up over my head and I shiver as I start undressing her.
And a minute later we’re naked and lost in each other’s arms, in each other’s eyes. I slide my fingers inside her immediately ‘cause I can’t take it anymore and Carmen arches her back, her hair caressing her naked shoulders, her fingernails scraping my skin, as I sink into the warm depth of her body, as I start taking her the way she likes to be taken, the way she likes me to take her.
“Please…”, she begs into my ear, slightly closing her legs, entrapping my hand between her thighs, “Please deeper…”.
And I take her wrists and pin them together above her head, and I kiss her lips. Her tongue tasting mine, my tongue tasting hers. Her breath uneven and broken into my mouth, an intangible ball of fire spreading inside my body, burning me from the inside.
My left hand letting go of her wrists and cupping her breast, my lips closing on her nipple, her back arching again, in response.
My right hand still thrusting inside her body.
And I go down, my kisses descend, marking her, branding her mine, mine and nobody else’s, and she opens her legs a little more to grant me access. To grant my mouth a complete access.
Carmen pushes me down. She’s stronger than she seems.
She holds my hand in place, in that place deep inside of her, and clutches to my hair pushing my head down gently and a growl escapes from my throat.
She moans. She moans hard and loud and vibrates under my touch. I run the palm of my hand on the smooth surface of her stomach and she’s sweating slightly, enraptured by the perfect pleasure, engrossed in this love-making that owns something superhuman, captured by her own amplified, magnified sensations.
“Come for me…”, I say huskily, feeling her taste on my mouth.
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I can’t wait to see what happens next.
I know what you did a year ago! lol great update I love this story. Great writer of these mysterys/thriller