328. Next honeymoon spot.
I've seen in some of the books that Skye used to read where they use the phrase, "Lost count of how many times they did it." I never knew I'd actually get to use that phrase myself.
But I sincerely lost count of how many times we did it.
I would like to blame it all on Leonis' unmatched strength, his coaxing, and his insatiable hunger but that would be unfair to him.
We were equally responsible for the amount of times we did it. Because as much as he wanted me I wanted him more. Every time he decided to stop, my lustful body would move on its own and we'd be at it again. Every time I was ready to stop, he would coax me into one more last round and we'd continue from where we stopped almost immediately.
Every time we climaxed, although my womanhood pulsate in pain, the moment he pulled out of me, that feeling of emptiness would wash over me and I'd want to feel him buried inside me again.
