The Perfect Reunion (Perfect Kisses #4) - Miley Maine

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Rebecca

December 12th

“Come here, will you?” I purr and wiggle my finger suggestively as the man who I adore more than anything in this world comes towards me. “I want you.”

I love the way that my husband turns me in to a sex Goddess. I can be so happy and carefree with him, I know that he desperately lusts after me, which makes me feel incredible. As Taylor gets closer to me, I run my hands down my body, surprised to find myself already naked. There is something about him that simply melts my clothing away.

“You need to be naked too,” I growl as I slip my fingers between my legs to massage my own clit. I’m on fire for him, and those flames soak my hand.

As soon as he’s naked, he brings his muscular body over to me. I can’t resist running my hands all over him and groaning as I feel him. I know that he’s my husband and I should get to feel him all the time, but it strangely feels like it’s been a lifetime since I had him here with me.

“Oh God.” The moan vibrates all the way through my body as I stroke downwards, feeling the muscular V shape of his muscles leading down towards the part of him that I want to feel the most. There is nothing better than having his throbbing cock between my fingers and watching his face crumble in bliss as I dart pleasure through him.

I love turning him on… almost as much as when he pushes me to the edge. There is something so sexy about that expression.

“Fuck.” I stroke him gently at first, but I soon pick up the pace. “Oh God.”

I love how aroused he is. It creates a giant wet pool of pleasure between my thighs. He’s primal, on fire, turning me in to a needy animal.

“Fuck me,” I command as he bucks his hips hard and fast against me. “I need you.”

He doesn’t understand how much I need him. I feel like I’m going to die without having him inside of me. The butterflies flapping at my core are throbbing and screaming out for him. It’s too much, my knees are turning into jelly already. I’m about to fall over and I want to do that with him in my arms…

All of a sudden, we’re both tumbling to the ground together. I half expect to hit something hard, but luckily at some point we must have made it into the bedroom and it’s a soft landing. The breath is only stripped from my lungs the moment he crashes on top of me. But I don’t mind, because I have his hot rough tongue invading my mouth, giving me something a whole lot better to focus on.

But the kissing isn’t enough for me, I’m too desperate for him, so I flip around on to my front and push up on to my hands and knees, poking my ass out at him. Taylor takes the hint quickly, his ragged sharp breaths hit the back of my neck in an instant. His steel rod pushes up against me, demanding as much attention as my body needs.

“Fuck me, Taylor,” I murmur as he buries his face in my hair to kiss my neck. “Now.”

The moment he slips inside of me, filling up every inch of me, a loud scream flies from my mouth. God, his cock is incredible. I mean, it isn’t like I can forget that, but when he is buried deep within me, the sensation is indescribable. Every thrust sends my head spinning in an increasingly violent way.

“Oh, Taylor.” His name cascades off my tongue like water over a waterfall. “Oh my God.”

His magical fingers travel over my breasts, pausing for a moment to tweak my nipples and it sends me in to a frenzy. Then they slowly make their way down, causing goosebumps everywhere, until he reaches forwards between my thighs and circles my sensitive clit.

I want to hold it together for a little bit longer, savor every single second, but he already has my walls clamping hard around him, coaxing the orgasm from him the moment it hits me too. It’s my favorite thing for us to come together, and luckily, we know each other’s bodies so well, we can make that happen easily.

“Oh, shit…” I’m on the edge already, teetering, about to fall. “Fucking hell, that feels good.”

I hold my head up high and attempt to keep it inside, but it seems impossible. Taylor is