Part 50: Explicit
No security watching, no cameras, in the Eiffel Tower, on our wedding night! It's on! All but popping every button on his shirt I go in on him like an animal. His sweet juicy lips on my neck, biting at my collar bone, I'm rubbing this hard hairless chest, as he's working my skirt down below my waist. He pulls my hair exposing my neck to be caressed by his tongue. Grabbing me around my throat, pushing me up on the rail, between my legs just grinding, and nibbling at me. Before I noticed my skirt, shirt, and underwear were off; completely naked and waiting for him. He stands back and looks at me, taking off his clothes slowly.
"I want to love every inch of you."
Giving him a half smile, in a bit of a daze. I jumped down off of the rail, turned to face the sky providing him with a different view of me. Looking over my shoulder I spread my legs just enough for him to see parts of me that he hasn't seen in a few days. Looking to make sure I still excite him, he comes for me stiff as a board, and ready. This will be the first time a condom isn't used, we had all of our blood work done, both disease free. Before he does anything, he once again confesses his love for me, pulls my hair and enters my soul with no regrets.
There's something about a man that you don't have to use a condom with, you're able to feel everything. Every vein, the depths of his curve, and dear God, the curve. Our bodies slapping against one another making a sound like ten people clapping at once in unison. Then all of a sudden he slows down, grinding to the tempo that's in his head. Matching his rhythm, I push back holding his arms, and screaming like I was being tortured. This type of torture I don't mind. With his hand on my lower back, he readjust himself within me, hitting the perfect spot that I didn't even know was there. Sweat pouring, both panting, hearts racing, his slow grind was nice and steady. He has my body quivering, screaming at the top of my lungs, we both met our peak simultaneously, but this one was so stimulating and moving, that when I came, I cried.
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