div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" data-pm-slice="1 1 []" data-en-clipboard="true"The soft light of the sunrise played on the strands of her hair splayed across the pillow, making it appear more fiery. Her bare shoulder peeked out from her pajama top, the fabric having shifted during the night, whether from their activities or from sleep he wasn't sure./div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"He loves those pajama sets almost as much as she does./div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"He laid there silently, soaking in the image. They hadn't done this before. He'd imagined it though. Those pajamas of hers, the mismatched socks. Sure, she looked hot as hell in those dresses of hers or in a tight black top, those curves for days making him reckless in his desire. That he could handle. He knew he was in trouble when he was fantasizing about waking up in the morning, her in the kitchen in her slippers, breakfast waiting for him; holding onto her at night as they drifted off to sleep, his head tucked into her neck, the scent of her shampoo the only thing he could smell. It was all soft edges, when he had only known the jagged ones. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"He traced the freckle pattern on her shoulder, the faint dots clustered where the sun hit the most. He hoped that while they were here those freckles would become more pronounced, the way the freckles on her face were always darker in the summer. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"She made him want things, made him think he could have them. He knew it wouldn't be easy, he thought even if it was easy that it wouldn't be with her, but she kept coming back. She was pushy, brazen in the face of danger, it was a good thing too because there was no getting around it with him. He'd never hid what he was from her. In fact, he'd laid all of the cards out on the table for her waited for her to walk away, but she hadn't stayed away. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"No, she walked right back in like she owned the place. And maybe she was right in thinking that, because he was a fool for her. She stumbled into trouble he was there to bail her out. Oh, he tried to make her pay or to at least act casual about it, but there was no one else who could have him going on a rescue mission for a kid's blanket. He had known she was more than work, more than an associate or even a partner. And he had known that she was more than some fling./div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"xxxxx/div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"Her bleary eyes blinked open, taking in the morning light. They certainly hadn't slept in separate rooms or opposite sides of the bed. She snuggled further back into him, not wanting to get up yet. She smiled to herself as he tightened his grip around her. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""Morning," she said. "What time is it?" Her voice was thick with sleep, her words slightly slurred. She closed her eyes again as his lips brushed against her neck. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""Early," he replied, the word muffled against her skin. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"His hand drifted up her rib cage, the tips of his fingers grazing the bottom of her breast. She arched into his touch as his hand drifted higher. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"She felt so wanted that she wasn't sure whether she should laugh or cry. It wasn't lost on her, the way he looked at her. Sometimes his eyes would roam over her body the way his hands did now, turning her core into molten fire, she knew he was imagining what he would do to her. But sometimes, as he held her gaze, he looked deeper than that. He looked at her like there was a secret between them, which to be fair there often was. He looked at her like only the two of them could possibly understand each other. It was true, she thought, at least for her. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"Annie Ruby may be in this with her, but it was different for them. They could easily go back to their lives. They would miss the money, but they wouldn't miss anything else. For her, she had tried briefly going back to her old life she realized she didn't fit there any more, that if she were honest she had never really fit in. She had always been a good liar, there was no one she could lie to better than herself. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"He brushed his thumb against her nipple a low moan escaped her, bringing her back into the moment. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""Let's start the day, shall we?" he asked. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"xxxxx/div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"Her laugh was medicine to him the way he needed it. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"They were sitting on the beach, each of them with a drink in their hand, although hers was dangerously close to spilling the way she was doubled over. They had been trading stories back forth as the sun rose higher in the sky, most of them about their kids, but a few about the dumb shit they had done as kids themselves. She was definitely drunk, he was too, although he wasn't sure if it was the booze or her that had him feeling that way. He'd never seen her look so good, all light life. There was no shop to talk, no deal going down, no liability threatening to take either or both of them down. It was just them, the ocean, this new relationship to explore. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"He knew he had to make the most out of this week, of this version of her totally at ease. He hoped that they would have an infinite amount of time ahead of them to do this thing, but he also knew how easy it was to get caught up in life, that you were never guaranteed tomorrow. He was going to take full advantage of having her all to himself, nothing no one else needing their attention. Except maybe a bartender. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""You want another drink, ma?" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"She tossed back the dregs in her glass before handing it to him. "Please." /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"When he trekked back from the bar with two full glasses he took her in. The brim of her hat shaded her eyes face from the afternoon sun. She wore a one piece, the sides cut out exposing her porcelain skin. The neckline would probably be modest on anyone else, but not on her. Lounging in the chair she looked like she belonged on the cover of an album, something full of sultry melodies that he would play over over again. As he drew closer she looked up beamed at him. It was her smile that could take the breath from his lungs, especially when it was only for him. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"After handing her the cold glass he sat on the edge of his chair reached his hand over to twist a lock of her hair. The ice clinked as she took a sip turned toward him. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""Do you know how gorgeous you are?" he asked her. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""Rio," she said dismissively. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"He slipped his hand into her hair, cradling her head. "I'm serious." /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"It had been a long time since she had been told that before he came along. She knew that she could still turn heads, but after four kids she didn't always feel as confident in her body as she once had. But in her want for him she felt like she had rediscovered this part of her that had been laying dormant, waiting to be coaxed out again. Dean had accused her of wearing dresses for Rio jeans for him, but it wasn't true. She had worn dresses, but Dean hadn't bothered to notice, or had stopped noticing at some point until he thought someone else was appreciating them. She wasn't sure what had happened first, Dean's disinterest or what had seemed like the loss of her sex appeal. She knew it wasn't her fault that he cheated, but it didn't stop it from impacting her. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"Before the trip she had gone shopping. In case there was any time for recreation, in case there was any need for a specific outfit, she had wanted to be ready. Rio had been in the back of her mind in the dressing room, wondering what he would like. It had given her a thrill as she tried on the swimsuit, imagining wearing it in front of him. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"She had felt his eyes on her throughout the day. In a lounge chair set into the sand with no one but them in a secluded part of the beach, she was a woman. She wasn't a mom. She wasn't a wife: Truly, she wasn't anyone's wife anymore. She was Beth. Elizabeth. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"xxxxx/div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"She had showered slipped on a sundress, not bothering to put anything on under it. She sat in the living room of the suite scrolling through her phone while Rio changed, reading messages the kids had sent from their dad's phone. When she heard the bedroom door open she put the phone down on the side table. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"He had his hands clasped behind his back as he strode toward her, his steps purposeful. He dropped her vibrator next to her on the sofa. She looked up at him, caught off guard. When she was packing she put it in her suitcase, thinking if she was going to be spending a week with him she was going to need a release, not knowing what had been in store for her. She opened her mouth to tell him, but the smirk on his face stopped her. He slunk down in the chair opposite her tipped his chin. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""Use it," he told her. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"She hated being told what to do. Most of the time. She needed to be in control, to know what to plan for, to schedule everything out. She needed to make the decisions, because there was no one else who was going to do it. No, her parents certainly hadn't bothered to be responsible for her her sister; she had practically raised Annie herself. Then there was Dean, who may have had the money to bankroll their lives for a while, but had never truly grown up couldn't be relied upon when it really mattered. So it was up to her to make sure that everyone got where they needed to go, that the lunches were made, that there was milk in the refrigerator. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"With Rio, she had tried to have control too, to get the upper hand. It wasn't just that she thought she deserved more of the cut, it was that she needed to be in charge. Or so she had thought. They had battled so many times she'd be lying if she said it didn't turn her on. He made her want to give up the control, at least some of the time. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"So she spread her legs, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time. She reached for the small bullet next to her, turning it on. Her hand disappeared up her dress she fought the urge to close her eyes. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""Let me see." /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"She inched the hem of her dress up her thighs slowly as her other hand moved in a faster rhythm. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"He undid the fly of his pants. "Now, Elizabeth." He took his cock in his hand. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"Her hips lifted off the sofa as she pulled her dress up, letting him see her pleasure herself. Her gaze dropped to his lap as he began pumping himself. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""Eyes up," he told her. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"She made eye contact with him again. A lazy grin pulled at the corners of his mouth. He was all heat yearning, the ache of it building in her. Her chest rose fell with her increased breathing./div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"For longer than she was willing to admit she had fantasized about him while masterbaiting. He had smashed the windows of the 'Vette in the dealership all she could think about was how badly she wanted him again, how she wanted him to be rough with her, to make her sore. She wanted to remember what he had done. He would brush her hair out of her face later she would imagine her hair in his fist. She wasn't fantasizing now though. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"She watched as he sucked in his bottom lip she knew she was close. Her hips bucked she tried to hold on, but she heard his moan thought it would be her undoing. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""Go ahead," he said. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"She pushed her head against the back of the sofa as she came. She locked eyes with him again, both panting. He got up from the chair crossed the distance between them. His hand was on her cheek he pecked her lips. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""That's my girl," he whispered./div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"He loves those pajama sets almost as much as she does./div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"He laid there silently, soaking in the image. They hadn't done this before. He'd imagined it though. Those pajamas of hers, the mismatched socks. Sure, she looked hot as hell in those dresses of hers or in a tight black top, those curves for days making him reckless in his desire. That he could handle. He knew he was in trouble when he was fantasizing about waking up in the morning, her in the kitchen in her slippers, breakfast waiting for him; holding onto her at night as they drifted off to sleep, his head tucked into her neck, the scent of her shampoo the only thing he could smell. It was all soft edges, when he had only known the jagged ones. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"He traced the freckle pattern on her shoulder, the faint dots clustered where the sun hit the most. He hoped that while they were here those freckles would become more pronounced, the way the freckles on her face were always darker in the summer. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"She made him want things, made him think he could have them. He knew it wouldn't be easy, he thought even if it was easy that it wouldn't be with her, but she kept coming back. She was pushy, brazen in the face of danger, it was a good thing too because there was no getting around it with him. He'd never hid what he was from her. In fact, he'd laid all of the cards out on the table for her waited for her to walk away, but she hadn't stayed away. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"No, she walked right back in like she owned the place. And maybe she was right in thinking that, because he was a fool for her. She stumbled into trouble he was there to bail her out. Oh, he tried to make her pay or to at least act casual about it, but there was no one else who could have him going on a rescue mission for a kid's blanket. He had known she was more than work, more than an associate or even a partner. And he had known that she was more than some fling./div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"xxxxx/div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"Her bleary eyes blinked open, taking in the morning light. They certainly hadn't slept in separate rooms or opposite sides of the bed. She snuggled further back into him, not wanting to get up yet. She smiled to herself as he tightened his grip around her. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""Morning," she said. "What time is it?" Her voice was thick with sleep, her words slightly slurred. She closed her eyes again as his lips brushed against her neck. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""Early," he replied, the word muffled against her skin. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"His hand drifted up her rib cage, the tips of his fingers grazing the bottom of her breast. She arched into his touch as his hand drifted higher. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"She felt so wanted that she wasn't sure whether she should laugh or cry. It wasn't lost on her, the way he looked at her. Sometimes his eyes would roam over her body the way his hands did now, turning her core into molten fire, she knew he was imagining what he would do to her. But sometimes, as he held her gaze, he looked deeper than that. He looked at her like there was a secret between them, which to be fair there often was. He looked at her like only the two of them could possibly understand each other. It was true, she thought, at least for her. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"Annie Ruby may be in this with her, but it was different for them. They could easily go back to their lives. They would miss the money, but they wouldn't miss anything else. For her, she had tried briefly going back to her old life she realized she didn't fit there any more, that if she were honest she had never really fit in. She had always been a good liar, there was no one she could lie to better than herself. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"He brushed his thumb against her nipple a low moan escaped her, bringing her back into the moment. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""Let's start the day, shall we?" he asked. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"xxxxx/div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"Her laugh was medicine to him the way he needed it. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"They were sitting on the beach, each of them with a drink in their hand, although hers was dangerously close to spilling the way she was doubled over. They had been trading stories back forth as the sun rose higher in the sky, most of them about their kids, but a few about the dumb shit they had done as kids themselves. She was definitely drunk, he was too, although he wasn't sure if it was the booze or her that had him feeling that way. He'd never seen her look so good, all light life. There was no shop to talk, no deal going down, no liability threatening to take either or both of them down. It was just them, the ocean, this new relationship to explore. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"He knew he had to make the most out of this week, of this version of her totally at ease. He hoped that they would have an infinite amount of time ahead of them to do this thing, but he also knew how easy it was to get caught up in life, that you were never guaranteed tomorrow. He was going to take full advantage of having her all to himself, nothing no one else needing their attention. Except maybe a bartender. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""You want another drink, ma?" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"She tossed back the dregs in her glass before handing it to him. "Please." /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"When he trekked back from the bar with two full glasses he took her in. The brim of her hat shaded her eyes face from the afternoon sun. She wore a one piece, the sides cut out exposing her porcelain skin. The neckline would probably be modest on anyone else, but not on her. Lounging in the chair she looked like she belonged on the cover of an album, something full of sultry melodies that he would play over over again. As he drew closer she looked up beamed at him. It was her smile that could take the breath from his lungs, especially when it was only for him. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"After handing her the cold glass he sat on the edge of his chair reached his hand over to twist a lock of her hair. The ice clinked as she took a sip turned toward him. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""Do you know how gorgeous you are?" he asked her. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""Rio," she said dismissively. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"He slipped his hand into her hair, cradling her head. "I'm serious." /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"It had been a long time since she had been told that before he came along. She knew that she could still turn heads, but after four kids she didn't always feel as confident in her body as she once had. But in her want for him she felt like she had rediscovered this part of her that had been laying dormant, waiting to be coaxed out again. Dean had accused her of wearing dresses for Rio jeans for him, but it wasn't true. She had worn dresses, but Dean hadn't bothered to notice, or had stopped noticing at some point until he thought someone else was appreciating them. She wasn't sure what had happened first, Dean's disinterest or what had seemed like the loss of her sex appeal. She knew it wasn't her fault that he cheated, but it didn't stop it from impacting her. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"Before the trip she had gone shopping. In case there was any time for recreation, in case there was any need for a specific outfit, she had wanted to be ready. Rio had been in the back of her mind in the dressing room, wondering what he would like. It had given her a thrill as she tried on the swimsuit, imagining wearing it in front of him. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"She had felt his eyes on her throughout the day. In a lounge chair set into the sand with no one but them in a secluded part of the beach, she was a woman. She wasn't a mom. She wasn't a wife: Truly, she wasn't anyone's wife anymore. She was Beth. Elizabeth. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"xxxxx/div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"She had showered slipped on a sundress, not bothering to put anything on under it. She sat in the living room of the suite scrolling through her phone while Rio changed, reading messages the kids had sent from their dad's phone. When she heard the bedroom door open she put the phone down on the side table. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"He had his hands clasped behind his back as he strode toward her, his steps purposeful. He dropped her vibrator next to her on the sofa. She looked up at him, caught off guard. When she was packing she put it in her suitcase, thinking if she was going to be spending a week with him she was going to need a release, not knowing what had been in store for her. She opened her mouth to tell him, but the smirk on his face stopped her. He slunk down in the chair opposite her tipped his chin. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""Use it," he told her. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"She hated being told what to do. Most of the time. She needed to be in control, to know what to plan for, to schedule everything out. She needed to make the decisions, because there was no one else who was going to do it. No, her parents certainly hadn't bothered to be responsible for her her sister; she had practically raised Annie herself. Then there was Dean, who may have had the money to bankroll their lives for a while, but had never truly grown up couldn't be relied upon when it really mattered. So it was up to her to make sure that everyone got where they needed to go, that the lunches were made, that there was milk in the refrigerator. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"With Rio, she had tried to have control too, to get the upper hand. It wasn't just that she thought she deserved more of the cut, it was that she needed to be in charge. Or so she had thought. They had battled so many times she'd be lying if she said it didn't turn her on. He made her want to give up the control, at least some of the time. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"So she spread her legs, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time. She reached for the small bullet next to her, turning it on. Her hand disappeared up her dress she fought the urge to close her eyes. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""Let me see." /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"She inched the hem of her dress up her thighs slowly as her other hand moved in a faster rhythm. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"He undid the fly of his pants. "Now, Elizabeth." He took his cock in his hand. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"Her hips lifted off the sofa as she pulled her dress up, letting him see her pleasure herself. Her gaze dropped to his lap as he began pumping himself. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""Eyes up," he told her. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"She made eye contact with him again. A lazy grin pulled at the corners of his mouth. He was all heat yearning, the ache of it building in her. Her chest rose fell with her increased breathing./div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"For longer than she was willing to admit she had fantasized about him while masterbaiting. He had smashed the windows of the 'Vette in the dealership all she could think about was how badly she wanted him again, how she wanted him to be rough with her, to make her sore. She wanted to remember what he had done. He would brush her hair out of her face later she would imagine her hair in his fist. She wasn't fantasizing now though. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"She watched as he sucked in his bottom lip she knew she was close. Her hips bucked she tried to hold on, but she heard his moan thought it would be her undoing. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""Go ahead," he said. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"She pushed her head against the back of the sofa as she came. She locked eyes with him again, both panting. He got up from the chair crossed the distance between them. His hand was on her cheek he pecked her lips. /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;" /div
div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;""That's my girl," he whispered./div
