Cate didn't answer, wasn't capable of words, but the bitten nails digging into a sleek back spoke volumes, as did the rush of wet and heat surrounding Lawrence's cock. "Could fuck you all day," he moaned on another hard thrust, dark fingers tangling in baby-blonde strands of hair, teeth bruising a soft shoulder. Neither one mentioned spouses, love, obligations, outside lives. The real world held no appeal outside the shocking contrast of cream and dark skin mingling, creating its own reality. Onto Contrast
|