Never in my twenty-eight years had ever experienced such a
wonderful experience. Bella’s lips were wrapped around my cock, sucking on it
and giving me the most amazing orgasm I’d ever had. I mean, ever had. Bree and I had experimented
with each other, remembering back to my first and only relationship when I was
in high school. However, she’d only ever used her hands on me. With my job I
did for Esme, it was all about my clients. Never
about me. The only orgasms I experienced were from my own hand or empty because
of what I did for a living.
Most recently, each time I masturbated, it was to the memory
of Bella. Her sweet smile, her tender touch, her soft lips, her lithe body. Those
orgasms were powerful, but nowhere near what I just felt with Bella on her
knees in front of me.
I wanted to repay her in kind. I wanted to show her how much
I felt for her. She was everything to
me. She was my salvation in a horrific situation. Claiming her mouth with mine
as I slipped off my pants, I guided her to the king-sized bed that was still
lit in the ethereal glow of the moonlight. I tugged on her dress, slipping it
over her shoulders. Her perky, naked breasts came into view, causing me to bite
back a groan.
She truly was perfection.
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