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His lips shake a bit as he kisses me. His caresses are gentler. Lionel looks at me like a man in love.
But he is not in love with me.
The amnesia prevents him from distinguishing truth from lies. The gaps in his memory trick him into believing that he loves me.
But there’s no more foolish person than me. Despite knowing the lies I told, I believe them, too. I should stop; I don’t want to.
I reply to Lionel's kisses with intensified wanting. Our hands wander all over each other's bodies while we lock our lips together. His lips slide to my neck. I lift my chin to the ceiling to offer him more of it. I hold the back of his head and twist his curls while wiggling my body against him.
“Lionel,” I call when he sucks my right nipple.
He gives the left one the same pleasure before returning his mouth to mine. I gasp when I feel the tip of his cock rolling on my wetness. Lionel rises away from me to spread my legs wider. My breathing shallows as he guides his cock into my pussy. My hips rise when his tip touches my vaginal walls. The heat of his skin travels to my crotch and to the backs of my ears. I moan from the tickling sensation.
As Lionel pushes his shaft deeper, my greedy walls eagerly grab and squeeze it. They swallow its warmth. He groans as my muscles milk his cock. I hum a melodic sound while I enjoy the throbbing of his cock inside me.
After letting my walls feel his size, Lionel slowly pulls away. My walls complain and try to hold on to him. He chuckles and kisses me before pushing his shaft back in. I move my hips to greet his thrust. When he thrusts, I softly cry, and Lionel hushes me with a kiss. I fill the room with my moan when he pulls out, as the air fills the space of our crotch.
My body goes crazy to the hotness inside me when his cock reaches deeper into my pussy. I feel greedy and desperate for the heat when he pulls out his cock. But unlike before, I know how to maximize the pleasure of our union. I counter his thrusts by pushing my hips against him, allowing his cock to plunge deeper inside me and hit what women call the A-spot.
Every time Lionel hits the spot, I develop a greed for pleasure. I shamelessly beg him for more. Lionel doesn't concentrate on one zone. He steers his cock to hit better spots, leaving me crying, moaning, and begging.
The tingles and tension gather in the spot just above my clit. My walls become tighter. Lionel's cock engorges more as they milk him harder. His groans grow as loud as my moans. The heat we share shows on the beads of sweat forming on our skin. I am desperate for an orgasm, and so is he.
I can feel Lionel's urge to climax before me. His jaw clenches more while he pushes me closer to the brink. It must be because I haven’t had any sex after him that I'm greedier for pleasure. But Lionel knows just what to do. He spreads my legs wider, and as he thrusts, he rolls his thumb on my clit, stirring the pleasures I hid behind it.
"Stop," I almost convulse from the tiny leak of pleasure. He doesn't stop and play with my clit while his cock rams me harder. "Lionel," I call his name repeatedly; my pitch increases with every utterance.
My toes curl; my thighs throb. I close my thighs together and imprison Lionel's hand between them. He maneuvers my legs and points my feet to the ceiling. He presses his fingers deeper against my clit and continues to thrust in me.
I grab the sheets and twist them as my body shudders while I fight to hold back my orgasm. The pressure in my clit and the heat of the friction on my walls intensify.
“I’m cumming.”
Lionel kisses one of my calves and says, "Cum, Kayley."
I release all the pleasures above my clit. The wall breaks, and the sensation gushes like raging waterfalls and travels over all of me like an angry river. After a few thrusts, Lionel's cock swells inside me. He groans loudly before exploding inside me. The heat of his cum strengthens the power of my overflowing pleasures. I arch my body and tenses – allowing my spirit to float into the unknown world filled with satisfaction. Lionel holds my back and presses my torso against his while he shudders from his climax.
I cling to his neck and remain in his arms while we wait for the pleasures to mellow. “Lionel,” I call and kiss him. “I love you. I never stopped loving you.”
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