"Oh my god, Des," I cry out his name for the i-don't-knowth time, nails digging into his back.
The couch squeaks under us, announcing the passionate body-on-body session between Desmond and me. My skin burns hotter than I have ever felt it—fevers excluded—and it's not making things better that I can feel the same heat escaping from Desmond's body.
"Yes, baby?" He whisper-groans in my ear, twisting his hips and snapping them, his veiny cock sliding deep inside me until I can feel him in every nook and corner somewhere deep inside my pussy.
Every movement he is making is slow and deliberate, at most sensual. Very. He means this to be that way. I can tell from the way he is looking into my eyes every time he pumps into me, lustful eyes seemingly gleaming with what I presume is him making sure I am sensing every stroke just like he is—especially since we are not using protection.
