The scent of her was intoxicating. Opening the lips of her sex, he moved his tongue between the slit and circled her clit before gliding down to thrust into her cunt. Her cream exploded on his taste buds, and he relished every single drop. Lifting her up to his face, he grabbed her ass cheeks and sucked her lips and pussy into his mouth before taking her clit. He let her go then stroked over her nub, watching her slowly come apart.

Her responses were heady, and the sounds spilling from her lips continued to drive him wild. His cock already leaked pre-cum onto the sofa.

“Please, Lucas.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“To come and you to fuck me.”

He plunged two fingers into her pussy, thrusting in and out as he focused on her clit. He didn’t let up, feeling her orgasm starting to build until she screamed his name. Her release was a sight to behold as she didn’t hold back. She gave him everything, and he loved it. Never had he felt so connected with a woman.

She was so pure and all his. All he wanted to do was show her everything she could look forward to with him.

“Please, please,” she said, moaning for more.

He let go of her pussy and put his cock to her entrance. Then he started to sink deep inside her, watching as he disappeared. She was so tight. After pulling out of her, he slammed back in. He repeated this, and they both groaned, their cries of pleasure filling the air.

Lucas changed their position so she straddled him. With his grip on her hips, he guided her on his length, making her take him exactly as he wanted.

In and out.

Stroking a hand up into her hair, he grabbed the back of her neck and took her mouth, kissing her deeply. She moaned his name, whimpering. This was how it was supposed to be. Every second of every day.

She belonged to him in all the ways that mattered.

“Fuck, Mabel.” He pulled her down for a final thrust and spilled his release into her pussy.

They were both panting.

She cupped his face, and to his surprise, she kissed him back.

“You’re not going to run away?”

“No. No more running.” She stroked his cheek, and the way her gaze was on him, it was like she was looking for something. He didn’t know what exactly.

He ran his fingers through her hair. “I love your hair.”

She chuckled. “Really? I don’t like the color.”

“I love the color. It’s rich. Reminds me of a really good coffee.”

“Coffee?”

“Don’t knock a good coffee.” He pulled her down, kissing her.

She glided her fingers through his hair. “Yours is so soft. Black.”

“Are you thinking it’s like my soul?” he asked.

She smiled. “When did you get so funny?”

“I didn’t know I was.”