. But unsettled, a niggling of unfinished business and a flicker of opportunity.. She had a fey feeling for the man. As soon as he’d laid eyes on h...er, he knew he needed to have her, not because of her looks. They were OK. It was the turn of her head, the way she stared out his look and challenged him. A more visceral emotion, a primitive yearning. A few hundred years ago he would have thrown her to the ground and ravished her then and there. God, he wanted that woman. But they were together. Keeping my knees pressed against my chest, he crawled on top of me and we went right back to kissing. I can taste my musk on his breath and I wanted more of it. Before I knew it, he was balls deep in me and our tongues continued to wrestle with each other. Wrapping my legs and arms around him, all I could muster was; “fuck me, fuck me, FUCK MY ASS!” Our bodies and spirits became one single entity as we were breathing, panting in sequence moaning. He picked up the tempo and his face tightened, I. Fucking asshole got a nice chance to use this sexy bitch. Then she used to miss that intimate moment many times. She was longing for such moments but was not ready to go into another relationship. Slowly I started praising her and seducing her. I used to tell her how good I used to feel when she was around me.The little chances I get to steal a look over her cleavage and navel. I explained to her how I felt about them. I used to praise her beauty like anything. I used to ask her photos she used. Without saying a word, I picked her up and carried her over to the bed. Gently laying her down, I got down before, and began returning the favour. I kissed up her leg, working my way towards her pussy. Her breathing got heavier. As I reached her crotch, she let out a load moan and starting thrusting her hips up to meet me, encouraging me to keep going. As if I was going to stop. I ran my tongue around her pussy lips, deliberately avoiding her clit. Beneath me, her movements were getting more.