I wanted to get up and change the bedsheets, get some work done. Instead I ended up just falling asleep then and there.That night I woke to something ...lippery grinding against my asshole. It must've been the middle of the night, it was so dark. I must have slept for several hours. The thing at my ass started entering me slowly. I did my best to lie still and relax, though my cock was already hard again. When he was half in, he moaned and I recognised my husband's voice. I had expected (and. That’s why you’re dumping me – because you feel rejected?” That didn’t make sense and we both knew it. We laughed as we gazed into each other’s eyes. I had to say it because I was still feeling it, and I’d promised myself that I’d say it when I was feeling it. The promise had been made to myself, rather than Amy as my best friend and soul mate. “I love you.”“I love you too.”“But you’re still dumping me?”“Yes.”“OK.” I slumped back onto the bed with a smile on my face, thinking about how. I break into you, a singular thrust entirely filling you, sending shakes through both legs. My lip curls around your earlobe to whisper three words I've never said to anyone before. They still you, make your sex clench harder around me, the body speaking more than words have the capacity to at times. But you'll remember those words. You are mine. I want those words to sear into you, be a mark inside that only you and I will know the existence of, a mark that will always stay with you. A mark to. “Reading my mind again, baby?” Liv asked. “You won’t be able to see unless you come into the bathroom.”“You go ahead, leave the door open so I can hear,” he teased. “Then you can tell me about it later when we reenact the scene in our shower tonight.”Olivia opened the bathroom door quietly. Jay had his back to the door as he was washing his hair. She tiptoed across the bathroom and gently pulled open the shower door.“Hey, sexy man, need a hot redhead to wash your back?” Liv purred as she.