Aaaaah, Mr Bike… continuing to express women’s greatest unmet fantasies…
“I love you,” he said as his hands gently pulled her legs apart. He could see the surprise of finally hearing those words flood over her face. She had wanted to hear them from him for so long. Now that he had, it almost made her heart stop. Her legs opened more willingly. Her breathing was short and shallow when his fingers moved along the inside of her thighs. He kept his eyes intensely on hers forcing her not to look down at his hands. Her breath quickened, her mouth opening when he reached her moist lips.
“With all of my heart,” he continued as his fingers slowly split her and slid into her increasing wetness. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes. The combination of his words and his fingers made her tremble. She could feel herself oozing more. His fingers pushed deep into her and then stopped, remaining inside her without further movement. She opened her eyes to find his face only inches away from her, his eyes still fixed on hers. His fingers remained motionless inside her for what seemed like an eternity.
“I always have,” he whispered moving his head toward her. His lips touched hers, sending lightning throughout her body. Her lips parted and she inhaled his breath deeply. She felt his fingers push further inside her. His tongue found hers, making her spread her legs even more. She reached out to pull him closer. His fingers, covered in her increasing wetness, began to move again. Spreading her. Rubbing her. Stretching her. Her hips moved along with his hand, making sure he kept up the pressure on just the right areas. The faster she went, the quicker his fingers became. It started to build. Fast and relentless. She was ready for it. She couldn’t wait any longer. Never before had it happened to her that quickly.
“And I always will,” he concluded as she bit into his lip, grinding hard on his fingers. Letting out a low moan she buried her teeth deeper into him, splitting the soft flesh. His fingers didn’t stop. Forcefully and hard he continued to rub, feeling the warmth of his own blood leaving a trail down his chin. He pressed harder. Her moans became louder. Harder. Louder. No slowing down. No stopping. Then, when her teeth disconnected from him and her head fell onto his shoulder with a satisfied sigh, he finally stopped. As his arms closed around her he thought about how long he had waited to tell her, waited for just the right moment. Until now, when he found it. The perfect moment.
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