Chapter 39
Paris
HE LOOKED DOWN at me; eyes were a shade of acorns, a muscle in his jaw flexes. I do not know when this burning stare of his on me will heal. They glow with humor and playfulness that sent a shiver down my spine. And here I am, cowardly losing.
He grabbed both of my legs, spreading them wide, then he thrusts again. Our eyes lock for a second. "You were on the dead-end, Sweetie . . ." he said huskily.
I didn t bother to answer. Instead, I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly and gave him wide access to my wet mound.
I moaned in pleasure, and I arch into him, wanting to balance his movement on my surface. He s driving me wild, and he firmly pulls me against his erection.
"Ah!" I pant seductively.
I bit my lip to meet every thrust of him and dig into his readiness w
