"The hammock... she is not out of the question yet mon amour... and later, we can make it a swing." He runs his hands along her thighs, stroking up under her shift. His thumbs caress her curls, teasing lightly. Spreading her gently, Stoney added pressure, seeking to roll her clit without touching it directly.
"I want you wet, needing..." He kisses her gently, tugging at her lower lip. His mouth claims hers and he kisses her until she is breathless. "Mon amour... I want you, any way you will have me."
"Alli..." he bucks, pulling her hard against his bulge. The roughness of his jeans scrapes over her sensitive swollen lips.
"Alli... do you want me?"
He touches her mind, feeling the acceptance, the need that echoes his own. Her fingers tug at his zipper, pulling it down. Lifting his hips, he works the jeans down. Alise settles back down, fitting herself along his hard length. He moans as he is suddenly engulfed in her moist heat.
He urges her to kneel, lifting up. His hand grips his shaft, directing the head of his cock to rub along her slit. Alise moans and he does it again, loving the sound of her passions. Pushing up, he slowly works into her tight channel. Stoney groans and Alise arches. Her body trembles and he lets her take her own pace, sinking slowly onto his lap.
His hands sink into her honeyed mane, fisting handfuls as she slowly drives him crazy. When she leans close for a kiss, Stoney moans.
"Fuck me Alli... cum on me..."
His fingers roam, teasing her flesh. He opens to her needs, the tender and slow heat rising between them. Her nipples beckon through the fabric and Stoney leans forward, drawing on into his mouth. The cloth scrapes over her flesh, suddenly wet from his attentions. Stoney opens the buttons at her neckline, spreading the fabric. His tongue traces a path across the swell of her breasts. teasing along the valley. Cupping her breasts forces the nipples to peek out of the neckline and Stoney suckles and teeths lightly, making her moan.
Alise begins to thrust, rocking her hips slowly. Stoney pushes the shift over her head, exposing Alise to his eyes, his mouth. Every touch echoes in their minds. Every touch and caress brings a shudder to them both. Stoney can feel the slide of himself, just as she can feel the silk of her around him. Alise arches back and Stoney follows, his mouth wet, hot, surrounding a taut nipple. As his teeth scrape, Alise shudders and grinds. he grips her hips, changing the angle of each stroke. Alise' muscles tighten. Soon she is writhing on his lap.
"Don't fight it Mon Alli... cum Chaton..."
Stoney thrusts up, changing the angle again, rubbing over that spot that seems to make her shatter. Once, twice, the third time Alise' nails dig into his shoulders and she arches hard, screaming as she loses control. He shudders. lost in the feeling of her orgasm, and jets deep, flooding her as her dam breaks around him.
Each shudder, each tremble, slowly relaxed into cuddling. Stoney stroked her hair, kissing her cheek gently.
"Je'taime, Alli. *Mon amour, mon amoureux, vous ferez une belle mère."
He kisses her gently, fingertips caressing her cheek. His words are soft, almost nonexistant.
"Marry me..."
*My Love, My Lover, you will make a beautiful mother.
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