Feminine VOLUPTUOUS [Erotic Romance]

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

"Keep squeezing!" I growl out.

Her cries blended into meows.

I'm driven into her quivering form as her hands find my V shaped hips. She nails them holding on. Tighter she squeezes the more I'm sucked inside. My girth jacking me past her resistance until I'm angling it into her G-Spot.

By her pitched screams, I've triggered something so fucking deep she's wailing. I'm grounding my teeth, pumping my pelvis, fucking her through my aggressive thrusts.

Her form preserves to the point she's not even breathing. My thumb finds her drenched slit and I press around that little button that makes her fucking soar! The loudest piercing vocal sung, set free from her chest!

I rub it till she pops! Gushing me in her heavy cream. She squirted so hard I could feel it dripping over my hips!

"Fuck I MISSED YOU!" I groan out.

My teeth burn as the puddle of wetness slips me towards the ridges in her walls. I'm coated in her thickness, pulsating to sail, till I try to lift her off. She falls onto my chest, darkened out by her hair, as I spill everything inside her.

I hold her nakedness to me. Glistening of moist pleasures. My palm runs down her spine. She quivers to my chest. Kissing and nibbling it with heavy breaths. She lifts her damp forehead to mine. We connect eyes.

I palmed her cheek.

"Welcome back." I tell her softly.

She smirks.

"I came to get you." She tells me.

I lift my eyebrow.

"You may think this can't work, but when two people want to be together. It works." She says, "WE work."

I sigh, "I can't go to Paris." I told her sadly.

She cups my cheek back, softly kissing my cupid's bow. Sucking at the top lip with tickles of her tongue.

"No...back to my Gallery." She breathes out. It fans my lips, as we open to touch to our tastes.

I twist us over, practically scissored by my slacks at my ankles. We laugh trying to footsie them off together. My forearms embrace her face as I completely lean down over her.

"Is my couch still there?" I ask slowly, kissing her chin. Nibbling up to the left of her lips.

"Ready for us." She says giggling.

"And Paris?"

We both freeze. It's an unanswered question that hangs in the balance.

"I gave them three weeks up front and another two weeks after the fashion showcase. No travel plans. No obligations but to stay." she kisses my lips again, "with you."

"For us?"

"Phillip, whether you realize it, you're stuck with me Thumper!"

I smirked.

"You lucky I love to hop on that clit." I told her.

"Is that your way of saying you care for me?" She teases.

I grab her soft cheeks squeezing to pucker her lips out. Caught in the moment, she releases an easy breath.

"You know, I love you, Vanna." I tell her deeply, "that shit hurt when you weren't here. My dick was sad and I'm listening to Mike's fucking love ballad on blast like a bitch."

She smiles gently.

My thumb caresses her cheek. We're intimate to the little touch just embracing the details.

"I love you, too" she quietly repeats.

I can see the strain in her blue eyes. The pure blue of indecision.

"The truth?" Vanna says.

"Truth."