Abrielle thought she had lost her nuts because why was she acting so desperate for a release? Her back was against the floor, her fingers going inside her folds. It didn’t feel the sa.
"Oh, Cedric," she moaned sweetly, igniting sothing in him, sothing feral. He needed her badly so bad it made him weak. He knew it would be hard to control himself
Her eyes were locked with his; she imagined her fingers were his, and she clumsily tried to imitate his actions. Was this how she felt inside, so tight? She thought the more frequently a woman has sex, the less tight she becos, but it seed that was a lie.
"Yes, yes..." She moaned, her eyes rolling back as she tried to move faster and find her spots he knew so well. She missed the feeling of that warm tongue of his, that lit her up like fire. Her clit was so sensitive
Although she felt herself enjoying it wasn’t the sa. It felt different in a way she didn’t like. A guttural groan left his throat, his eyes blazing.
This was the most beautiful sight he had seen before. He badly wished it was his mber that was inside her here instead of her clumsy fingers.
Her sweet moans continued. She bit her lips, her eyes on him; just the thought of his fingers in her made her wetter with each passing finger. She kept on comparing the differences she would have felt if it was him.
"I am so tight, the sa tightness that makes you moan Cedric. So wet." She purred, her eyes challenging him as she continued making sure her weak legs were open just for him.
She didn’t know when she got this comfortable with him. She didn’t even know what to call the emotion she felt. She was still terrified of Cedric, yet she knew only he could make her feel good.
One of his electrifying touches can make her shudder and want more, even when she tells herself that she doesn’t want it. Her body only craved him; she wanted him to admire her this way.
"I know you are tight. It makes it harder. You are torturing , Abrielle." He hissed. She saw his mber throb because of her, and a satisfied hum left her mouth.
"Enjoy the view, exclusively for you. I am getting wet for you. You throb for ." She said, her eyes closed and she called out his na again. She was close, her body quaked and she ca for herself.
Her gaze was misty as she watched him admire her. She knows he loved it. Her chest felt like light. "You love what you see right." She chid, then slowly stood up.
Cedric swallowed hard, that was the most fantastic thing he had seen, wild yet so entrancing. He just fell in love with his crazy wife all over.
His gaze left her wet glossy flower that was just begging him to lick it dry. He wanted too badly; then his eyes travelled up from those bouncy bosoms, the perfect waist and hips he had already marked with his lips.
He wanted to run his mouth all over her again. Her ginger hair was darker since it was wet and sticky to her body. She looked like a nymph. His little goddess.
"So Cedric, how is it going to be?" She asked, placing her hand on his chest. His length throbbed against her stomach as she got closer.
"The physician said you need more rest and I have no control when it cos to you. I never planned for things to go this far, I just wanted to take you out for a breather." Cedric rambled; for the first ti, Cedric Von Drakkar seed scared of soone way smaller than him.
"I never knew I would like this look on you. Don’t let anyone see you scared except but you don’t have to be scared. Let take control." She chid, her voice soft and low he was able to listen. Spellbound by her, he gave her control.
Abrielle’s smile grew wider, smiting him imdiately. Her arms wrapped around his lips as she claid his lips for a slow kiss.
Sucking and nibbling his lips gently with perfection. She had learnt a lot the few tis they kissed. Her lips were poisonous, an intoxicating drug that he could never get tired of.
She moaned sweetly into his mouth once his hand traced down her spine but she stopped. He didn’t like that but her gaze was stern. She left his lips and whispered sweetly into his ears. "No hands, Cedric, or I will stop." It was a warning that earned a disapproving glare.
Her lips pouted, "I am serious; no hands. Once you touch , it is over." She warned again. Not touching her ant pure torture, despite that he decided to listen to her
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His hand left her back, and Abrielle’s fingers twirled in his hair. "That’s perfect." She purred, then claid his lips and her wet tongue slipped into his mouth, teasing him.
She only said no hand, Cedric could not help himself but take charge of the kiss. Their tongue tangled in a fiery fight, she let him drive her crazy with his tongue drawing out her sweet songs he swallowed. His length kept on robbing her stomach; it was painful, but he promised not to touch her even when he could sll her sweet wetness and arousal.
She slled heavenly. Abrielle forcefully broke the kiss. He missed her lips but she didn’t bother about his disapproval. His lips trailed down his chin, leaving soft kisses copying how he kissed her down to his collarbone to his abs. She bent down, kissing and nibbling his skin.
He was enjoying it, and it made her bolder. Her lips got to his waist and she kissed slowly before her eyes fell on his glorious length. His tip was already leaking, he was more than ready. Her tongue rolled over his length.
"Abrielle, when did you get so bold?" He hissed. He wanted to hold her or at least grab her hair. His hand clenched, his veins popping on his fist as he gritted his teeth.
She kissed his tip and dear goddess Nyxoria, he moaned so beautifully she was almost tempted to take him in his mouth
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