César removed his shirt, revealing broad shoulders, and a chest sculpted in a most alluring male form. I propped myself up on my elbows to impulsively kiss his chest before he lowered his body to mine, my tongue on his nipples as my hands flitted over his body.
“God help me, I want you,” he said fervently, his hand moving between my legs.
“What passion you stir in me,” I whispered in reply.
My breath came out in short, excited pants a little as my hands roamed his muscular body, watching as his full lips parted slightly and his skin flushed.
He pushed the loafers from his feet and slid down the zipper of his slacks. My body was on fire beneath him, my breasts rising with each furious breath. My gaze devoured him, this man who enticed me as no man ever had. I gave him a seductive smile that conveyed the pleasure he was giving me.
My smile deepened as I took his erection in hand and began to stroke it. César dipped his fingers into the groove of my sex and stroked my clit. Sighs and gasps filled the air as we pleasured each other. My hand fell away from him as he moved between my legs, pushing them apart with his knees. I squealed with want when he pressed his engorged manhood against me, moving in tantalizingly slow motions, careful to stay outside my folds, never going inside.
I grasped his hips as my breathing deepened, pulling him closer, his body pulsating against mine. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the exquisite pleasure, as he slipped his hands between my legs to caress me again before guiding the tip of his shaft into my core.
I moaned as he slid into me, instinctively lifting my knees.
We made love slowly and smoothly in a manner that suggested we didn’t believe tomorrow would come, that there was no moment but this one.
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