The Lust Of Love

It Contiues

Her low whimper and the flood of wetness I felt was the answer I needed.

I gripped her ass in my palms, spreading her cheeks and stepped closer, nestling my c**k flush with her core. "This ass is so f**king sexy, baby." I gently squeezed and she let out a soft groan. "You want me inside you?"

"Babeeee. . ."

Hearing my name fall from her mouth excited me. And she seemed to use it often, addressing me in that sexy, unsure way she had.

I pushed forward, the head of my c**k disappearing into her tight pussy . "Ah, f**k," I groaned as I watched myself slip inch by inch deeper inside her.

She pushed her ass out, her hips grinding back against my slow thrusts.

My hands planted themselves on her hips. "Slow down, angel. I don't want to come yet."

Snaking one hand around her front, I found her sensitive nub, and though I knew from her frantic, jerky movements that she wanted me to touch her there, I took my time, circling the tender spot to draw out her pleasure. She groaned, her hand closing around my wrist to keep my hand where she wanted it, and my dick went even harder, if that was possible.

Increasing my pace, I pumped my hips against her, pounding into her until I was fully buried. Little gasps escaped her lips as she rested her cheek against the cool tile.

Finally I flicked my fingertips over her clit and her hips bucked forward, working against my hand. "That feel good, honey?"

"Yeah," she breathed.

"This pu**y's mine, baby."I told her .

"Yours," she moaned.

I circled her clit faster until uninhibited moans were tumbling from her mouth, as if her body were an instrument designed for my pleasure. I felt her pu**y clamp down around me as her orgasm hit.

"Babe . . ." she groaned long and low in her husky voice.

"Baby. Ah, f**k . . ." Her body went limp after she came and I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her body up and down on my c**k a final few times. Biting into the soft skin on her shoulder, I came in long spurts deep inside her.

After that we got out of the shower and put on some Comfy clothes and ordered dinner to our room .

Later, once we'd fed each other dinner in bed and were wrapped up snuggly under the sheets, I caressed She back, pulling her to sleep.

"Baby" I called her .

"Mmm," she groaned sleepily.

"About tomorrow's shoot . . ." I hesitated. Her eyes blinked open and found mine. "The photographer mentioned wanting to get some topless shots of London tomorrow. Nothing too revealing—hands, and limbs would be strategically placed, but still, I wanted to warn you. You might not like what you see."

"Oh." She was quiet, but all her attention was trained on me.

"So I had an idea I wanted to run by you."

"Okay."

I brought my palm to her cheek and lightly stroked her smooth skin. "I've called and scheduled you for a session at the hotel's spa tomorrow. But only if that's something you want. Otherwise, of course you can come to the shoot. I have nothing to hide. I just want you to be comfortable."

She thought it over for a minute. "As your assistant, I should be there," she said, finally.

I took her hand, lightly stroking her knuckles with my thumb. "Yes, but as my girlfriend, I want to make sure you can handle it." There was more . . . but I didn't want to upset her. Deciding on complete honesty, I continued, "The set assistant today made some comment about not bringing significant others to the shoot."

"Oh." She stiffened. I knew we were both remembering how she'd stormed off across the sand once I'd started shooting with Alexis .

I stroked her hand. "You didn't do anything wrong. I should have prepared you better." Which was true. Swimsuit shoots tended to be sexier, and this one happened to be with my ex. I wasn't thinking. It was a dickhead move.

Her eyes lifted to mine. "Actually the spa sounds lovely."

"Good." I pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. "Your appointment is at ten."

"Thank you," she whispered and then curled herself into my body.

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