"God, yes," she whispered as her legs wound around his waist and she pulled him inside her even more, squeezing him as she placed a kiss on his lips that was soft and gentle. Complete contrasts.
Sharon's hands found his hair and she held his head in place as her lips brushed against his, her head moving left and right so the contact was barely there, always teasing. It forced a moan out of her, until she finally had to slip her tongue inside of Lee's mouth and run her hands down his back, to the muscles in his arms, back up to his face.
Her tears were drying now, and she lifted her lips up a bit as she clung to him.
"Tell me," she groaned between each movement of her hips, "tell me, Lee... please, tell me who you're making... love to..."
She didn't even realize it was an almost identical conversation to the first one they'd had when he'd been drunk and she'd wanted him to say her name.
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Sharon's hands found his hair and she held his head in place as her lips brushed against his, her head moving left and right so the contact was barely there, always teasing. It forced a moan out of her, until she finally had to slip her tongue inside of Lee's mouth and run her hands down his back, to the muscles in his arms, back up to his face.
Her tears were drying now, and she lifted her lips up a bit as she clung to him.
"Tell me," she groaned between each movement of her hips, "tell me, Lee... please, tell me who you're making... love to..."
She didn't even realize it was an almost identical conversation to the first one they'd had when he'd been drunk and she'd wanted him to say her name.