Reagan grasped my face in his hand and pushed my head back, deepening the kiss with languid passion that flowed through like a shock of ice. I gently grabbed his wrist as I raised myself on my tip of my toes so I could kiss him with the sa fervor he kissed with.
His thumbs gently rubbed against my cheeks as he pulled closer towards him. I moaned into the kiss when he walked backwards and my back collided against the wall. My arms instinctively held on to him, holding on to the tension beneath.
Reagan shuddered as my nails grazed his back, I felt him shudder which made realize that he was restraining himself, he was holding himself back for so reason as if he would break .
But that wasn’t what I wanted at all and I made it know in the kiss through the way I shoved him backwards. Reagan stumbled a bit, his hooded eyes gazing down at as his chest rose up and down rose up and with heavy breaths.
"Don’t hold back on ." I said, my voice breathy as I felt my own lips tingle with the fierceness of the kiss, "Don’t hold back on now, I don’t want you to!"
His jaw tightened as he stared down at , "Dahlia." He whispered, his voice thick with emotions.
"Don’t hold back Reagan!" I whispered before I approached him and kissed him hard on the lips. This ti around the kiss was fierce and filled with fervor.
Releasing a low growl, Reagan grabbed my waist and pulled closer into him. The fire of heat between us ignited, the sa with the passion and this ti there was no pause, no holding back and no nothing. He kissed with the sort of passion that didn’t leave room for doubt, no space for anything but now.
Reagan’s fingers dug into my hips as he walked backwards and I felt my leg hit sothing which made collapse into the chair in the corner of the room. My lips parted in surprise as I stared up at him in disbelief but all Reagan did was lower himself to his knees and all I could do was just watch him with surprise.
"I know this isn’t a throne." Reagan said, "But I’d like to worship you right here and right now." Reagan spoke and as he did so, he raised my dress up pressing kisses on my thigh.
I allowed myself to relax, throwing my head backwards on the chair as Reagan continued to press soft kisses up the inside of my thigh, his mouth tracing the curve that made shudder slightly. I humd with pleasure as my hands clenched on the chair armrest. Reagan’s breath was hot on my skin and the look when he stared up at to see my expression made heat pool in my belly.
"You are everything to Dahlia, everything and more." Reagan’s voice was low and I could feel the love in his tone.
"Oh Reagan..." I moaned softly as I adjusted myself on the seat, trying to get closer towards him.
Reagan stilled my movent though, chuckling deeply as he stared up at . "I know sweetness. But you are going to have to be patient for , let do this slowly." He said to with his hands tracing up my legs in a soothing manner.
I nodded my head eagerly to which he smiled at. Not taking his eyes away from mine, Reagan hiked my dress up and still looking at , his thumbs found my panties and slowly, he brought them down and then pressing a kiss on he slowly raised my leg up and hooked it on his shoulders. When his lips found my aching core, I couldn’t help but gasp as his lips moved against with deliberate care, his warm breath on my skin as he lapped my clit.
Reagan moans hungrily as he continued to suck on my clit. His hands gripping my thighs, fingers digging into my flesh as if he anchored himself to this mont. Every single stroke of his tongue sent a ripple of pleasure through my body and my hands found my way to his hair, pulling him closer towards .
"More." I groan and Reagan obliged, doing just what I want, digging in voraciously.
"Gods Reagan!" I cry out as his tongue penetrates . I fidget in my seat feeling myself get close to my climax, I could barely breathe.
Reagan held on to my thighs, so tight I knew there was going to be finger prints all over them by the ti we were done. Spasm of heat uncoiled within as Reagan latched on to that sensitive bud and continued to suck harder.
A shiver coursed through my body as my hands tightened against his hair, pulling him closer towards . Reagan let put a low satisfied hum against my skin, the sound vibrating through increasing the pleasure I was feeling.
I grabbed the arm rest of the chair, almost levitating off it by now with the way I was moving closer towards him. "Oh Reagan, please!" I breathed out.
Reagan looked up, his dark gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that sent a fresh shiver through . He gave my pussy one long stroke before he thrust his tongue deep inside of and I jerked, while clamping a hand to my mouth in order not to scream out loud. Reagan didn’t seem too pleased with that because he yanked closer towards him.
"I want to hear you scream Dahlia, I want to hear your screams!" Reagan said and I was happy to oblige.
Bracing myself on the chair, I moaned loudly just as Reagan sucked on my clit and I felt my orgasm hit like lightning bolt of pleasure tore through , unbridled and raw.
I released a strangled cry my fingers digging into Reagan’s shoulders with savage intensity.
Reagan didn’t stop, even as the rush of ecstasy washed over in waves and I shuddered in the chair, Reagan continued to lap everything making sure he sucked all my juices leaving nothing left. When he stood up, his lips glistened with my juices and a smirk was on his face as he stared down at with a smirk on his face and I knew exactly what that look ant, he wasn’t done with not by a long shot!
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