Guiding Brielle

DARIUS POV

Her lips tasted like honey mixed with sweets, and her exquisite aroma made breaking the kiss nearly impossible.

Darius lapped at the folds of his woman's lips, their tongues shaping like two skins merging. His hands were already running down her face, neck, and chest, and when he reached into her shirt, he came into contact with her aroused nipple buds.

Darius carefully pinched a bud, and she let out a quiet cry that sent blood shooting down to his groan almost immediately.

Fuck! This woman.

He was trying to take things slow with her, but how she reacted in his hold made his decision impossible to follow. And now, all he wanted to do was unbuckle his belts, use it to bind her hands, then fuck the shit out of her. One of his hands would hold her neck down while he plowed from behind.

At intervals, her eyes would lock on his, and as her moans filled the room as they usually did, he would dig deep into her womanly heat and bask in the rhythmic pleasure.

"Hmmmn Master…" Dariu