I turn to look at him, and his smoldering eyes tell me we are going to christen my apartment.
He turns on the stool, pulls his tee-shirt over his head, and the view of his muscled magnificence makes my juices prepare to be fucked into tomorrow.
Then he pulls me to stand between his legs. Deftly, he undresses me, stripping my clothes away until I’m naked.
Helpless, entirely under his control, he leans over and kisses my breast. The magic sparks as soon as his lips touch my skin, and when his tongue slides over my nipple, fireworks ignite. His hand gropes my breast while the other slides around my waist to cup my ass. His fingertips slide down my crack and gently pull my slit open.
Lost in his intoxicating seduction, my body begins to experience all the wonders his skillful fingers share. He plays an erotic, sensual melody traveling up and down, in and out, around, and around. My head falls back as I open up to give him access to everything.
Chapter 19
d’Artagnan
This exquisite woman melting in my arms pumps pure fire through my veins. Watching her writhe with the desire, I conjure within her is a high I have never experienced before. Her face contorting beautifully with each pleasurable sensation she feels. Her breath gathering in her breast, pushing her nipples upward, craving my kisses as she climbs the pinnacle of passion. I own her as I’ve never owned another, and I know I will own no other like this.
Her hands flex and massage my back, then run up and down my neck, into my hair where they grab and pull, then forward to massage my face, only to repeat the process, but this time with more firmness, demanding more until she finally claws my skin.
I stand, lifting her by her ass, and set her on the counter. Her hands caress my face, and her eyes cherish me. That look is the look men kill others for. I push her over and spread her long legs apart. Then I go down on her pussy to devour her passion.
Her panting fuels my licking, knowing she is losing the battle for control. Her tits thrust into the air as she arches her back with abandon and need. Her moans are loud and carefree.
When she hisses my name, I know she’s ready to belong to me, and I will ensure she is mine and mine alone.
I push my briefs down, step out of them, lift her off the counter, and carry her to her bed. I cradle her as I crawl to the center, then I set her down gently and stare down at my beautiful bride-to-be. Her eyes are full of a lonely hunger that asks if I am the man who can fulfill her.
My answer drives into her tight, velvety perfection with a force that rocks both our worlds. As I continuously thrust deep into her, her short, powerful pants prove I have burst her dam as she climaxes, one, two, three times for me, and when I explode inside her, she coos my name “d’Artagnan.”
Laying twisted together in the sheets, a tangled mass of fully spent satisfied flesh, she nestles up alongside me and plays with the patch of hair on my chest.
“Mmmm,” I moan and drape my arm over her hip, closing my eyes, content.
Zella
BONG! BONG!
I roll over and stretch. Why is Cathy texting so early in the morning? I open my eyes and look at the clock. It’s 7 AM. I reach for my phone and read the text.
call me.
I push the icons to initiate the call, then close my eyes. Her cheerful voice blasts my sleepiness. "Good morning, soon-to-be sister-in-law! How was your evening with Bubba?"
My eyes spring open as the words register. I glance over at the man lying next to me, watching me with a sleepy satisfied grin on his face, and I blush.
"It was good," I answer, and his eyebrows raise.
"Just good?" She giggles. "Girl, I know better than that!"
He rolls onto his side, then before I realize what he's doing, he has mounted me. The phone hangs frozen by my ear. When he slides inside, I gasp, "Oh, dear, god. "
Cathy laughs, "Call me later. I think your morning is going to be great." She hangs up, and I drop the phone as d'Artagnan proceeds to ensure that I will never answer that question that way again.
When I wake up the second time, it's to the smell of coffee brewing. I sit up and hunt for him, but he's not here. He's in the shower. I check the time. It's 9 AM. I fall back on the bed, trying to think. But all the emotions of the past 24 hours knot together, and I don't know where to start.
Just then, the bathroom door opens, and my mind goes blank. The most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on walks out butt naked, towel drying his hair. The sunlight shining in the window highlights the deep crevices between his mounds of muscles. He's toned and tanned. The sight of his gorgeous body takes my breath away. No wonder he could go all night.
He drapes the towel around his shoulders and looks over to the bed. "Good morning, Princess. Would you like a cup of coffee?"
d’Artagnan
