Every moan. Milf sex “Really?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement. Before I could think, he moved closer, his lips capturing mine in a fierce, possessive kiss. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice low and full of awe. He kissed along the curve of my hip, over the softness of my stomach, lingering just enough to send shivers coursing through me. He was young, affectionate, and maybe he just didn’t realize how his actions came across. He pulled my head back abruptly, repeatedly, giving me just enough time to gasp for air before guiding me down again, deeper this time, stretching me further. That I was drawn to him in ways I didn’t understand, ways I shouldn’t feel? My cries filled the room, his name spilling from my lips in a desperate, uncontrollable mantra. The heat of it lingered on my thighs, his skin slick against mine, the evidence of my release filling the space between us and drenching the bed. His dominance was absolute. My hair fanned out around me, a wild halo against the sheets, as
