Page 39 of Her Dirty Secret
My eyes snap open, and I turn her head so I can look into her eyes. “Love. I love our crazy.” I press my lips to hers, easing my tongue into her beautiful mouth. She responds, rubbing against me. Alas, it doesn’t stir me in the way I’d like it to. “I think I’m getting too old to take you three times a day.”
“And I never thought I’d still want you three times a day after so long. But I’m happy just being here with you,” she assures me with a gentle kiss.
“You’re amazing,” I murmur. But I can’t let it rest. I roll on top of her, rubbing into her center. “Say it.”
She looks at me, confused for a moment before realizing what I want her to say. What I want her to ask.
“Leccamela tutta,” she whispers.
With a devilish smile, I waste no time pleasuring her. Claiming her with my mouth and hands, body and soul. Because she touches mine more every day. And there’s nothing I won’t do to make her happy for as long as she’ll let me. And as I taste her, as she gives herself to me so completely and with abandon, I know if I have my way, it’ll be forever.
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