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XII. Wet Dreams And Tattoos...Ay Papi!

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XII. Wet Dreams And Tattoos...Ay Papi!

While laying in a king sized bed that is so soft that I feel like I'm on a cloud, I feel it dip as someone climbs onto it with me.

I feel callused fingertips softly glide across my naked body. I smile as I roll over onto my back and look at them. Before I can even open my eyes, I feel lips being pressed to mine. They're soft and swollen, no doubt from all the kissing we've been doing all night.

Moving my hands slowly up his body, I can feel the definition in his muscles. His arms, his shoulders, his back, chest, stomach, even his neck are all defined. Not in a ridiculous way though like a body builder on steroids kind of way, but like a man who takes pride in his health and physique.

He chuckles lightly as my fingers tickle his sides but he still continues to kiss me none-the-less.

When he finally separates from me and planks over my body, I look into his gorgeous green eyes. Most the time their stern and serious but right now, in this moment, they're soft and loving. I smile happily as he presses his God like sculpted body to mine. I feel his erection on my inner thigh and I pant in anticipation.

As he begins to kiss my neck and make his way down my body, my breathing quickens and I feel like my heart is going to burst through my chest. I feel his tongue dart out as his kisses become hungrier and he is making an effort to taste every inch of me. I smile blissfully as he gets to the belly button piercing in my stomach and gently catches it between his teeth. I let out a small giggle and move my hands to his thick black hair, running my fingers through it.

He moves further down and softly bites at my inner thighs. I let out a small moan as the anticipation of his mouth on me, turns me on to max level. When he finally puts his mouth on my bundle of nerves, I nearly lose it. My God he can do wonders with that tongue of his.

I can't stop myself from comparing him to every guy I've been with before. He's the best one by far. He's fucking perfect in bed and everything I ever wanted in a man while he claimed me in a biblical way. He moves more aggressively with his mouth and I moan loudly as I pull at his hair and thrust my hips towards him.

Reaching his hand up, he grabs my breast and kneads it a little roughly but I love it. I can feel his desire and passion through every kiss, every touch. I move one of my hands to his and help him squeeze it. He intertwines our fingers together and moves his way back up my body. I immediately wrap my legs around his waist as he presses his lips to mine.

I can taste myself on him and I love it. I love what he does to my body and how it reacts to him. I feel like I'm on constant fire under his touch.

He presses the tip of his large shaft to my opening and begins to push it in. The feeling of his mass entering me and stretching my insides to snuggly wrap around him, is exhilarating. I didn't think I could even take him at first but it's like our bodies were made especially for each other.

When he starts to move and thrust into me, it's powerful and deep. He smiles down at me as he pleasures me in ways I never could imagine being pleased before. How could it be like this? I was in love with Bryan but the sex between us was never this way. Why is that?