He sucks my chest while he inserts his fingers inside. My back arches and my legs close around his hand. It’s been weeks and I am more sensitive today than the last time we have done it.
“Open your legs, Rhian,” he orders.
Tears start to fall as my desire is at its peak. How long has it been since he started to touch and suck me today? Minutes? Hours? I lost count already. It’s frustrating how he brings me multiple times to my orgasm, and all I did is writhe in pleasure under his ministrations.
“Kiss me please, Luis,” I beg.
Even despite all his touches, he hasn’t kissed me yet. At least, not on my lips. He hasn’t embraced me either. And I want it all. He lets go of my chest and kisses the side of my cheeks. I am about to sit up to kiss him on his mouth, when he pulls back and returns
