18 Chapter 18

“Oh God,” I cry. “That is good!”

I paw frantically at Mari’s hair, trying to find purchase so that I can pull her mouth down to mine. It’s not easy, bouncing around as we are now, but I manage to press my tongue between her lips in time with her thrusts in an effort to show her how much I love what she’s doing to me.

Soon it becomes too much of a struggle to maintain a lip-lock and pull enough oxygen into my lungs at the same time, so I give up and settle for throwing my head back and panting. I feel Mari taking advantage of my exposed neck as her warm wet tongue paints a trail along the side of it and I shiver.

My senses are on overload as Mari’s confidence increases and the power behind her thrusts builds to a fever pitch. “Ohh, ahhh,” is all I can manage in the way of self-expression. But I think Mari understands.