Their movements synchronized in a passionate rhythm. At that moment, Ethan held his breath, waiting for Claire’s response, hoping that she accepted his honesty, and could see the potential for something extraordinary between them. As their kiss broke, Claire stepped back. Instead of pulling back, she released a long desperate moan. Claire howled, “Oh, yes! His fingers caressed her silky skin and sent waves of pleasure cascading through her body, With each stroke, he left a trail of smoldering kisses upon her flesh, stoking the flames of their shared passion. Her hands cupped her large breasts, her fingers tracing slowly around her sensitive areola and narrowing down to her puffy erect nipples. It had been quite some time since she had felt the gaze of a man upon her with such intensity, the awareness of her attractiveness rekindling within her like a long-forgotten flame. But, this can only be between us and confined to his house. Oh god, yes!”
His dirty talk, much like the words she read, ratcheted up her arousal. Her fingertips traced delicate patterns across her skin, each touch tingling with a mixture of anticipation and longing. Ethan was intoxicated by her beauty. She found herself captivated by the beauty of his form, the raw masculinity that emanated from every pore.
