Comfort

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*reposted from @mizzlovelippz*

I feel like you’d soothe my soul. You’d console me and make me feel better and you’d touch me without even touching me. You’d lay with me and stroke me and touch my hair, and you’d play with my curls. You’d look into my eyes and you’d stay there, quiet, feeling my need for peace. And you’d let my tears fall, and wouldn’t try to wipe them away because you know I don’t want you to wipe them. I just want you to acknowledge them. And you do. You acknowledge them silently.  And you watch my ears puddle up with tears but you don’t wipe them.  You wait until I turn my head and let the tears fall out while I look up into your eyes and then I close them again and settle back into position.

And you cuddle me with just enough space for me to breathe because you know I can’t be smothered, you know I need my space.

But at that moment, I need you. And I know you would do this.

And you know not to say anything because I don’t want to hear anything. I don’t want any noise or any sounds or anything getting in the way of this moment of ours, even though it’s really only my moment and I’m just allowing you to be in it.
And I know you’d inhale with my deep breaths and you’d exhale with my sighs. And that alone would be enough to just soothe me.

I know if you were here, you’d just soothe me.  And that’s all I need right now.

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Acquainted

Baby you’re no good, think I fell for you, fell for you, I fell for you.


“Come with me,” he said as he took my hand.

He wanted my red lips on him.  He wanted to fill me up with him; everywhere.  I laid across the bed and stretched out over the edge.  Immediately he filled my mouth.

I opened wide and let him.

You got me putting time in, time in, nobody got me feeling this way.  You probably think I’m lying, lying, I’m used to bitches coming right away.

I looked up at him and watched his face.  I watched him as I pleased him slowly, rolling my tongue up and around and over and enjoying every satisfying sound from his throat.

You got me touching on your body.

He climbed over me and rested his body in between my legs.  One light stroke against me and he was inside, making me pull him in deeper.  I wrapped my legs around him and let him take me; short strokes, long strokes, deep strokes, light strokes.

I got you touching on your body.

“Keep that tongue inside your mouth,” he said.  “Don’t let me see it or else I’ll come.”

I bit my lip, bracing myself.  Waves and waves, rolling tides, the ultimate rush crashing over me, in between my legs, over my skin, making my eyes roll behind my head.

“Will you do this forever?  Will you fuck me till I die?  I want this forever.  Can we have this forever?”  I begged.

“Yes,” he replied. “You’ll get this forever.  As long as I’m alive, you’ll get this.”

And he spilled inside me, tongue and mouth and hands everywhere, moans of passion and hunger escaping our lips.

To say that we’re in love is dangerous, but girl, I’m so glad we’re acquainted.

The Weeknd – Acquainted

Grayson – Part 1

It’s a good day today. Esperanza let my hair hang loose. And I’m wearing a dress. We’re meeting Master Damian outside in the terrace for brunch today. I have to address him as Master Damian. Esperanza warned me. He can be mean if I don’t. And I know what happens when he’s mean.

Esperanza makes me feel better. Especially when she bathes me. She spoils me here. I enjoy the way she kisses me when I’m crying and she’s trying to soothe me. I especially enjoy it when she kisses me and Master Damian watches. I know he feels bad most times.

Someone is coming to meet me today. Usually it’s just the three of us but Master said this person is very influential and I should be extra sweet and submissive. So I took some extra medication. Esperanza let me lick it off her stomach. She’s so sexy.

I’m not wearing any panties under this dress. Imagine Master’s surprise when he reaches in between my legs. Esperanza applied special cream too. She said I need to be delicious. I’m so excited.

I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror today. The bruise above my eye is healing nicely. And the marks have almost disappeared from my breasts. My lips are chapped but that’s only because Damian likes to rough me up. Esperanza put some lipgloss on me.

I have to sit still at the table. Esperanza keeps scolding me. She makes me feel like a little girl. But how can I behave when I know we’re expecting a guest? I haven’t talked to anyone besides Esperanza in….weeks, I think. Master doesn’t really talk to me. He just gives me orders.

He just walked in. He’s wearing casual pants and a white tshirt. He’s so sexy. I can’t wait to have him in my mouth.

“Come here,” he directs this statement at me. I stand up and he twirls me around and plants a big, wet kiss on my lips. I try to inch my tongue into his mouth but he pushes me away and tells me to behave. He didn’t feel under my dress and I’m disappointed.

Esperanza gets up and he kisses her lovingly. I think they’re in love. But sometimes he loves me too.

He pushes Esperanza against the table and rips her blouse open to expose her bare breasts. He likes when we’re naked and ready for him. We rarely wear underclothes. Esperanza wraps her legs around his waist as he removes his belt. He always makes me watch, even when I try looking away.

There was one time Damian had his bodyguard hold my head down so he could shove his dick in my mouth after he fucked her. I told him I didn’t want to and I cried and struggled but eventually the drugs they gave me made me feel better; like how I’m feeling now. The drugs make me nice and I forget why I’m angry or sad.

He’s fucking her. She’s watching me. I know she wants to kiss me but I can’t do anything until Master says so. I feel the wetness and I wish I was her. I’ll get my chance soon enough. I just have to wait patiently and stop squirming or else things will go bad…

“Savannah,” he calls and motions for me. Esperanza sits up on the table and grabs my face and kisses me, passionately and deeply. I hear Master Damian’s moans and I know what’s coming up.

“Bend over,” he instructs me, just as I cock my ass up to him. Esperanza is standing beside me, her fingers gently playing with my hair. I know she’s close by just in case things get ugly. We both know how Damian loses control. I feel Damian in between my legs and I ready myself for the mixed pain and pleasure. Esperanza moans. I like when she moans. And I especially like it when Damian moans. Sometimes I wish it were just me and him, especially when he fucks her and makes me watch. But today I get to join in the fun and hopefully he’ll let me come.

He fills my pussy up suddenly without any notice or warning. I love how deep he gets and how filled with his cock my pussy gets. He makes me feel filthy. Today I like it. Most times I remember Michael and get sad.

He pushes into me again, taking me back to the present. Damian reaches around me and places one hand around my neck and fondles my breast with his other hand. I hear Esperanza moan and I can’t help but moan with her. Damian is nearing his satisfaction so he pounds into me deeper, faster. I arch my back to take him fully and prepare for the waves of bliss my body craves.

I feel my insides tighten and clench and I make sure to squeeze my muscles around his dick. I want him to want me the way he wants Esperanza…

Damian is fucking me fully now. He’s in full control and I feel my orgasm building. I want this release desperately. I want to come all over him – if only he’d let me…

Damian stills for a second, spilling into me. I try to move against him, furthering my pleasure but he smacks my behind. Hard. I look back over my shoulder and watch him, his eyes flickering in the sunlight. I hold his gaze and smile, noticing a hint of softness in his eyes; perhaps my thoughts are cloudy because of the drugs. I haven’t known Damian’s gentleness in a very long time.  I don’t know how long.  I’ve lost count of the days.  Or maybe it’s been weeks.  I don’t know.

Damian straightens himself up and Esperanza is at his side immediately. She holds my hand and helps me up and fluffs my hair. She kisses my mouth softly and says in her quiet and slightly accented voice, “I will take care of you later.”

“No need mi corazon,” Damian announces. “I have plans for Savannah later.”

Looks are exchanged between the two and I can’t help the pang of jealousy I feel. I miss what’s mine.

“Sit,” Damian instructs. “Eat.”

I sit at my designated seat in between Damian and Esperanza and reach for my orange juice. The maid comes around with some fresh fruit and croissants.

I sip my juice slowly, not really having much of an appetite lately. My thoughts wander to the first night I met Damian. I don’t regret what we did but….

I have so many questions. And whenever I’ve tried to ask them, things always get ugly.

I dismiss my thoughts so no one notices my change in mood. There’s a shadow by the entrance and I look up to lock eyes with the most amazing green eyes I’ve ever seen. I can’t help but stare.

Damian stands to greet him and the man doesn’t take his eyes away from mine. Damian looks over at me and frowns. I lower my gaze and glance at Esperanza who smiles a knowing smile.

“He’s yours, mamasita. You will enjoy today,” she whispers. I don’t know what she means but I smile at her.

Damian and the new man exchange some words and they both walk over to the table. Damian introduces him to me as Grayson.

Grayson is taller than Damian and his skin is creamy and sun-kissed. His white polo is snug around his arms and chest and he is absolutely breath-taking at this precise moment. His hair is light brown and falls slightly over his forehead. He’s older. I can tell by the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles at me.

I am immediately smitten.

And something tells me Master will be upset…

(This is where it all began.)

Thank YOU!

I think I’m back.  I think I’m ready to get back.

I’ve been through a rough patch of bullshit lately but I’m just about ready to unleash Savannah again.

This is just a little note of appreciation to all of you who have messaged, emailed, text and DM’d my ass with all your concern, love and support.  I love you.  And Savannah loves you more.

Be on the lookout for new material in the coming weeks.

But for now, please enjoy “Come Inside”, a guest post I wrote for my girl Maxine over at http://max-logic.com/

Special thank you to Skye Blue and Sam Sharpe from MetAnotherFrog for inspiring me.  And in case you missed it, check me out on their podcast here.  I sound pretty good.

Love,

MizzLoveLippz

xo

Dear Michael

I don’t know what to think anymore.  I’m not sure if you left me for him or if you don’t even know I’m here.  I’m praying it’s the latter.

He pinned me down.  I had no control.  He had my arms pinned behind my back as he pounded away.  And I think I liked it.  I think I did.  But the tears were streaming down my face.

She just watched.  I don’t remember if the look on her face was enjoyment…..or if there was possibly a hint of pity?  Perhaps sadness?

He made me come Michael.  He made me scream his name.  And I did.  I had no control.  His dick is huge and its thick and the way he moved inside me….I raised my hips up against him further, unwillingly but wantonly.  I wanted him deeper.

And he pushed deeper.  My breathing got heavier.  Eventually I started to scream.  And I had no control.

He made me scream his name.  Did I tell you that already?  I was crying and screaming his name.  And I wish I had the words to explain the look on his face.  He scares me Michael.  And I have no control.

He turned me over and pressed my head down into the mattress until I couldn’t breathe.  I was starting to panic but she spoke from where she was seated.  She said something in Spanish, something I didn’t understand.  He let go of my head then and I came up for air.  He listens to her.  I know he listens even though he makes the rules.

He came inside me Michael.  He made no noise but I knew from his movements and from his breathing that he came.  And I felt it run out of me.  I felt him come out of me.  And it ran out of my pussy and down my legs.

He watched it.  He watched my face.  He took his fingers and rammed them into me.  He brought his fingers to my mouth and traced my lips.  I didn’t want to taste it.  It wasn’t yours.

Where are you?  Why’d you leave me here?  Why haven’t you been back?  How long has it been?  Do you not care?  Don’t you want me anymore?  I wouldn’t blame you.  I wouldn’t want to be with me after him either.

Within minutes, he was hard again.  He had me on my knees facing him.  I didn’t want to do it Michael.  I didn’t want to.  But I had no control.

I can’t tell you what happened.  It would be too much for you to bear.  It was too much for me.

She came over and took me to the bathroom and ran a bath for me.  She was so pleasant and gentle.  She wiped my face clean with a warm cloth, removing any trace of him from my skin.  Tears still fell and she wiped them too.  Then she kissed me, full on the mouth.  I closed my eyes and felt her tongue on my lips, inside my mouth, tracing my teeth with her tongue.  She sucked at my mouth, as if she wanted to suck his taste from me.  She enjoyed it too much.

I’m weak.  I’m confused.  I’m weary and dazed.  I wish I could recall my steps.  I wish I knew how I got here.

You need to help me.  How are you going to save me?  How do I get out?  The only sunlight I see is the morning rays that come through the window.  And I think of you.  I remember your smiling face and then I cry some more.  As soon as she comes in, she draws the curtains closed and your smile fades.  She tells me every morning that the Master likes it this way.

And I have no control Michael.

What’s Michael thinking?

Torn

“I really wanna be with you, but something’s telling me I should leave you alone and you got me just torn in between the two….”

She stood facing the window, her bare back exposed for his view. She wore black lace panties.

She exhaled, letting the euphoria of the drug fill her head, her mind, her thoughts. She giggled.

“What are you laughing at?” he asked from the bed.

She turned her head to look at him, her hair falling in front of her face.

“Can I record this?”  she asked.

“Record what?”

“You. Me. Us.”

He laughed his deep, hearty laugh.

“See what a little greenery will make you do,” he said, a smug look on his face.

He watched her move. He’d wanted this for so long. He’d been waiting for her sex like this. Uninhibited and weak for his loving. She moved slowly over to the bed where he lay, her naked breasts in perfect sight. He felt a stirring underneath the bed sheets.

“Come on. Let me record us. Then I can replay it over and over. What do you think? Doesn’t it turn you on to think I want to watch us over and over again?  I want to replay the sound of you fucking me repeatedly.”

He didn’t take his eyes off her, wanting desperately to throw her on the bed and beat her the way he wanted to. But he wanted to make this last. His time with her was cherished, especially under the circumstances. He needed to make sure she’d always be back for more.

She stood at the edge of the bed now, standing right above him. He turned his head to look up at her, admiring her face. Her eyes. Her mouth. Oh God, that mouth.

He reached out to her and slowly placed one finger into the top of her undies, teasing her just above her mound. Immediately her lips parted, the tip of her tongue licking her lips provocatively.

She was so sensual with her moves. Sometimes he wondered whether she exaggerated her movements just to drive him crazy, or if she was genuinely sensual.  He remembered the first time, on the carpet floor…..the way she arched her back just right for his entry, the way she wrapped her legs around his waist to meet his every thrust, the way she rode his cock, slowing down at every appropriate moment and speeding up just when he wanted to come. Whether she was being real with her actions or not, he thought, she did it just how he loved it.  And he needed it more often.

He continued his probing, dipping lower into her panties, anxious to watch further reactions.

She moved away and reached behind her, picking up her phone. She brought it up to her face, her smile giving away her excitement.

“Let me set this up,” she said, a twinkle in her eye.

There was no mistaking her anticipation. He tried to equally contain his elated feelings, knowing he‘d have coverage of her to watch over and over again. “Yes babe, set it up.”

She was feeling so heady, her arms heavy as she pressed buttons on her phone, anxious to get on him.

She was enjoying this feeling inside. Her mind was racing, thoughts of everything she wanted to do overflowing into one another. Her mouth was dry now, her eyelids heavy and her knees ready to buckle. She moved closer to the bed…

He reached up and cupped either of her breasts in his hands, feeling the silky smoothness of her skin under his touch. He traced her nipples with his thumb, taking pleasure in the expression on her face.

She felt different. She knew this was different. It wasn’t only the intoxication in her body and her head. It was this. It was this room. It was him. She couldn’t think about it for too long or else she might change her mind…

He noticed the change in her mood and sat up in bed, turning around to face her. Before she could even move, he put his arms around her and pressed his fingers onto her ass, allowing her no movement.  He looked up at her face to quickly reassure her just before he kissed her…in between her legs.

Instantly, she grabbed the back of his head, urgency suddenly building inside her walls.  This was good. Oh fuck, this was good, but this was just the beginning of what she knew so adamantly would blow her away.

He loved the way she tasted.  Her pussy was always so wet and inviting.  He knew she was extra freaky today.  The drugs they smoked moments ago guaranteed it.

She tried to adjust her footing, to give him more access to her wetness.  But his hands were firmly gripping her ass.  Her mind was reeling, her arms still heavy and limp.  She needed to feel him deep inside and she had to fight the words in her head. “Jesus,” she thought. “What am I doing?”

He moved his tongue lightly around her clit, feeling the slight pulse against his mouth.  He smiled against her pussy, feelings of satisfaction from within.  He liked the way he made her feel.   And this would have to happen again, he had to make sure of it.

She couldn’t handle it any longer.  She couldn’t stand there a minute longer while he loved her pussy with his mouth.  She pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him.

He wasn’t done exploring her.  He wanted to lick every last bit of her.  He was on his back now, while she got ready to straddle him.  He grabbed her ass again and guided her body up towards his mouth.  He saw the look of surprise on her face when, with one single movement, he placed his head in between her legs.

She looked down at him, his eyes staring intently at her.  He’d talked about this. He’d talked about having her straddle his face this way and here she was, moaning out loud, enjoying his movement on her.  His mouth kissed her pussy, gentle, loving caresses she could have sworn she’d never felt before.  She reached behind her, trying desperately to feel his cock in her hands, adjusting her pussy in his mouth, allowing herself total and uncontrollable bliss. It was his turn to moan and she thought she’d explode from the vibration coming from his mouth.

He could tell she was close to her orgasm, the throbbing in his mouth told him so. He lapped at her pussy quickly and swiftly, anxious to have her ride his dick. He flicked at the tip of her clit over and over again, wanting so badly to fuck her.

“Oh, God” she said out loud. “Oh, God, I’m going to come. Oh, please don’t make me come like this. Please don’t let me come,” she said urgently. “I need to feel you inside, please. I need to have you deep inside,” she moaned out loud again. Suddenly she stopped moving and quickly got off his mouth.  She moved down across his chest, licking his nipples along the way.  She turned around, her ass now facing him.  She straddled him and very swiftly, placed his cock inside her.  She threw her head back in amazement at his size inside her.  She’d almost forgotten how greatly he filled her, how his thickness consumed her pussy this way.  She couldn’t control the screams now.

He smiled at her pleasure.  She was feisty and wanted her way.  Oh, how he wanted to fuck her right.  She was straddled reverse cowgirl on him and her pussy was wet enough that his hard, long cock slid easily into her.  He loved her bouncing ass in his face.  Oh fuck, was he ever going to bust up inside her. “Oh yes,” he screamed aloud. “Oh, fuck yes babe.”

She moved up and down on his shaft, her pussy walls tightening their grip on his cock.  She couldn’t control it.  She couldn’t control her throbbing any longer.  She pressed down against his hardness and with a fierceness she couldn’t relate to because of the fogginess inside her head, she came, waves of pleasure overcoming her body.

And she screamed his name out loud…

“Oh, Damian!”

The Pleasure Principle – Chapter 3 – Michael: There Goes My Baby

Damn that ass.  I watched her walk away, secretly glad I’d suggested that red dress.  It hugged her in all the right places.

I smiled to myself, my mind going back to just a couple of hours ago, when I had her bent over the bathroom sink, pounding away at that pussy.  She took it like a real woman.  I almost screamed out that damn L-word when I nut.  The woman drove me crazy.

I don’t know what it is about her.  This vibe she gives off makes me want to tongue that kitty all day long.  That’s what she deserves.  A full day of my tongue action on her pussy.  Her words melt me.  And I know she ain’t doing it on purpose either.  Her actions, the way she moves, the way she looks at me, it‘s all natural to her.  Why’d she have to look at me like that for?

She did it just now as she walked away from me with Damian.  She looked over her shoulders, that erotic look in her eyes like she wanted to eat me alive.  I’m sure Damian had something to do with it.  I’m damn sure of it.

He was standing really close behind her when I walked back in to the living room with our drinks.  I ain’t even gonna lie.  Something jerked inside me, I don’t even want to think of what it could be…

I mean, I know she’s got other lovers, at least I think so.  I don’t think I’m her only one.  And we’ve discussed fantasies and role-playing and shit like that.  She’s always so eager to please.  Which is why I keep coming back to her.  Savannah knows how to hit my spots.  No woman’s ever blown my mind the way she has.  Among other things.  Damn.   And the thought of letting her have Damian?  For her own pleasure?  It crossed my mind.  Actually, come to think of it…it was Damian’s idea.

Men talk.  And Damian had been bragging one day at the office about some lady he’d brought home after the club who gave him mouth action in the cab ride home.  Of course, being a man, I retorted with, “My woman got freaky with me IN the club.”  This got Damian’s attention and we started exchanging stories.

He’d asked me, during one of our sex talks, if Savannah ever brought another man into the scene.

“See if she’s up for it bro’”, he’d said, “I mean, the way you talk about her, she might enjoy getting dicked down AND sucking dick at the same time.  Hey, it’s not like you’re exclusive to each other right?  You’re not in a committed relationship.  And you don’t love her so how hard would it be to share her for a night?”

I hadn’t liked the way he’d said “share her for a night.”  I know Damian.  What he wants, he gets.   I’d forgotten all about that conversation until today, until I saw him standing behind her so intimately.

But I wasn’t about to compete with my boss for my woman.  I make light of it, but I know the way Savannah feels about me.  I can’t let her know I know; that’ll mess up our whole arrangement.  I like what we’ve got.  Naw, I more than like what we’ve got.  I’ll please her any way she wants to be pleased…and I’m all the man she needs.

My mind wandered to that damn dress again.  Her breasts were looking so proper too, looking like they were ready to be freed at a single touch.  I know she wasn’t wearing anything under that dress.  That’s my Savannah.  Always ready and willing at the mere mention of the word from my lips.

Fuck.  Thoughts of Damian’s hands on her arms pushed back into my mind.  I’d seen the way she looked when she walked away from me.  He couldn’t have possibly tried to seduce her in the short amount of time that I was away from them, could he?

I pictured her hands around his shoulders, her head thrown back provocatively, inviting kisses on her neck and throat.  Man, I love that throat.  She always looks so demure and sweet when she does that, completely opposite to the strong and sexy woman that I know her to be.  My mind was reeling.  I pictured Damian’s hands on her ass, pushing her dress away to get to that sweetness that is mine.  I saw my woman undressing him, her hands anxious and desperate to get to his nakedness.  I saw my woman straddled on top of my boss, enjoying the feel of him underneath.  I saw her lips parted and his finger in her mouth, Savannah sucking away, rolling her tongue around his finger.  I swear I felt my cock stir and instantly got mad at myself for thinking this way.

Dammit.  I took a swig of beer and ignored the nonsense in my head.  I couldn’t be jealous.  “I’m not jealous,” I told myself.  “If Savannah finds Damian attractive and wants to sex him, I’ll let her do her thing and step away.”

A sudden surge of anger shot through me.  I chugged back the rest of my beer and walked across the room where I’d left them.  I looked around, trying to think of which way he’d taken her.  There were more guests since we’d arrived and there was a soft murmur of conversation within the house.  I strained my hearing, listening for her voice.

What I heard from around the corner was no mistake.  It was Savannah’s soft whisper.  I turned the corner and stopped just before the entrance to the room.

Why was I acting this way?  What did I expect to find?  Damian had taken her away to show her his collection of art.  How would I look barging in on them, interrupting her art lesson?  What would she think?  She’d think I was a jealous control freak and she’d get turned off from me.  I didn’t want to risk losing her…

And this was my boss.  I didn’t want to jeopardize my relationship with him, no matter what we’d discussed in the past.

“You know what she’s doing Michael,” a voice said inside my own head, “and sub-consciously, you knew when Damian took her away, you knew this would happen.  Think about it.  She‘s not really your woman, is she?”  I shook my head at myself, trying to shake it all away.

What if…?  Fuck this.  What if…?  Damn.  What’ll I do?

I stepped ahead quietly, being very careful so no one could see me.  I held onto the wall and peered inside.

There she was.

Savannah lay on her back, her dress pushed up to her waist, legs apart.

And there, face down in her pussy, eating her with a fierceness I’ve only seen in movies, was Damian.

I froze.  Even if I wanted to move, I couldn’t.  I held my breath, careful not to make any noise and be found out.

I didn’t know what to do.  My heart was pounding at my throat and something inside made me want to knock this motherfucker out cold…..

…but at the same time, I voyeuristic-ally wanted to stand there and watch my woman moan and groan at another man’s touch.

Savannah’s eyes were closed, her hands on the back of his head, pulling him in deeper.  She moaned.  It wasn’t a loud moan but it was a moan nonetheless.  I could hear the licking noises he was making with her pussy.  She lifted her hips up higher to him, trying to maximize her pleasure.  I couldn’t help but smile.  “That’s my girl,” I thought.

There was no mistaking my cock this time.  It was hard.  Watching my woman in this wanton lust, getting pleased by another man was exciting me.  I grabbed my dick, trying to adjust it in my pants, wanting so much to walk in the room and shove it in her mouth.  This was some bullshit.

“I want you,” she panted.  “I want you so bad, Damian,” I heard her say.  Fuck.  These were words I’d heard.  I did this to her.  I made her moan and groan like this.  I should be there.  Not him.

I watched as Damian pushed his pants down, freeing his cock for her to see.  And she smiled.  I saw her smile.

There was a jab at my heart, some kind of feeling I wasn’t willing to explore right now.  I was entranced at this show.  This was definitely a guilty pleasure.

Damian teased her with his cock, making my woman crazy with desire for him.  And then her voice again.

“Damian, please, we don’t have much time.  Please just fuck me.”

She wanted to get fucked.  She was filled with desire for this other man.

He pushed into her and she moaned again.  I watched as she writhed against him, looking to get her 30 seconds of pulsating pleasure.

I was enjoying this more than I cared to admit.  I wanted her so bad just then, I wanted to please her and make her come.  I wanted to be that guy.  My dick stood rock-hard against the fabric of my boxers, making me want to pound into her.

She was going to come.  I knew this.  I could tell by her movements that my woman was on the brink of her orgasm.  I wanted so bad to give her my pleasure…I wanted to be Damian…

…fuck.  Fucking hell.  I swear my heart fell to the ground…..

Savannah opened her eyes and looked over at the door.

“Michael.”