He lay down beside me on the bed and told me how beautiful I was. He leaned over me and when I felt his lips on mine I kissed back reflexively. I want...d to bring my arms around him, to reach out and touch him, but I found myself tugging at the bonds. His kiss was demanding and passionate. All of my response was channeled through my lips. It was all I had in contact with him. It was probably the most passionate kiss I have ever given, and Marc could feel it too. As we broke the kiss, he sighed,. “Your turn, big boy!”, she giggles as she scoots over on the bed. Breaking into a grin, he climbs in and closes the distance between them. Leaning over her, their lips meet, sending that familiar jolt of electricity through them both. Their tongues intertwined, passion filling their kisses as his skin melts into hers. Nuzzling her neck, his lips tenderly touching her skin, he nibbles on her earlobe as he whispers, “I love you”, into her ear.Taking her nipple into his mouth, he’s rewarded with a. And they had fucked her, not made love to her, but fucked her like some whore off the streets, without love, without respect, with nothing but animal lust burning in their loins. God, where was it all going to end? tumbled through her tortured thoughts.She opened the door into their apartment, hoping that her husband was asleep, and tried to still the soft sobbing that still shuddered her body.She put her coat away quietly but the darkness was shattered by the click and sudden brightness of the. She had already turned partly onto her side. It would have been relatively easy to turn her onto her back, and while I thought missionary style had all sorts of advantages, not risking waking her fed into my fantasies. I put one of the pillows in front of her, gently persuaded her to roll into it, and lifted her knees into a more foetal position. The only movement she made not orchestrated by me suggested she was just getting comfortable. She was sleeping. I walked round the bed. Seeing.