Chapter 39 Paris

Paris HE LOOKED DOWN at me; eyes were a shade of acorns, and a muscle in his jaw flexed. I do not know when this burning stare of his on me will heal. They glow with humor and playfulness that sent a shiver down my spine. And here I am, cowardly losing. He grabbed both of my legs, spreading them wide, then he thrusts again. Our eyes lock for a second. "You were on the dead-end, Sweetie . . ." he said huskily. I didn't bother to answer. Instead, I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly and gave him wide access to my wet mound. I moaned in pleasure, and I arch into him, wanting to balance his movement on my surface. He's driving me wild, and he firmly pulls me against his erection. "Ah!" I pant seductively. I bit my lip to meet every thrust of him and dig into his readiness with all my heart. He accelerated even more on my surface. His hand was caressing and squeezing my peak. I shudder in pleasure, his touch is heavy, and he thrusts harder until he explodes his final juices ins