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Daniel rolled over and draped his arm across Sabrina’s waist, pulling her closer so her back was to his front. His morning hard-on pressed against her soft, warm backside, jerking in anticipation. God, he was hungry for her. How could he not be? She was so pliant and voluptuous.
It was moments like these—waking up with Sabrina in his arms—that made him wonder how he’d gotten so fortunate as to find her. Even in the mornings, with her long dark hair a mess, she looked gorgeous. Every day she grew more beautiful. The first time he’d laid eyes on her and gazed into her green eyes, he’d known that he had to have her. That she was actually here now, in his arms, in his bed, was a miracle in itself after all the bumps that had littered their road to happiness. But they’d overcome those obstacles. Now nothing could go wrong anymore. In a few days, Sabrina would be his wife.
Sabrina moaned softly and wiggled closer to him, her behind rubbing on his painfully hard cock. He lowered his lips to her shoulder and pressed small kisses on her warm skin, while nudging his cock between her thighs.
“Mmm, what time is it?” she asked in a sexy, sleep-laden voice that fueled his desire for her even more.
“Almost six,” he said, moving his mouth to nibble on her earlobe. “We’re burning daylight.”
She chuckled, and the sound reverberated in his chest, making his heart beat faster as it pumped more blood through his veins, directing it farther south. “Slave driver!”
“Not my fault,” he said lightly. “But somebody’s gotta make sure everything gets done.”
They’d been in Montauk, the very tip of Long Island and commonly also known as the Hamptons, staying with his parents for the past few days to make the final arrangements for the wedding. Sabrina seemed more exhausted than usual and he wondered whether the flurry of activities surrounding the wedding was getting to her. He had to admit things were crazy, and what they both needed was a bit of normalcy. And something to ease the stress they were both feeling.
He had just the thing for stress relief. Daniel slid his hand along her torso and down to her belly, pressing her closer into the curve of his body. Sabrina’s sigh confirmed that she was fully aware of the hard-on that was now sliding between her thighs and what he intended to do with it.
“Shouldn’t we be preserving energy since we have so much to do today?” she murmured, while she rubbed her backside against him and pressed her thighs together to capture his cock between them.
Daniel groaned as her muscles tried to imprison him.
“Trust me, this won’t take much of my energy at all,” he whispered into her ear and slipped his hand over her sex, cupping it. “It comes naturally.” Just like anything to do with Sabrina came naturally.
“Mmm.” Her humming was accompanied by her thighs spreading by an inch or two, just enough for him to slip his fingers into her warm center.
“Besides, I think you need this just as much as I do,” he added and bathed his fingers in her wetness. Her sex was drenched with her arousal. The scent of it now drifted to him. “Tell me why you’re wet already.”
“I’ve been dreaming.”
“About?”
“About waking up with you inside me.”
Her words made him even harder than he already was. Any more of this and he would explode. “That’s a very naughty dream.”
His dew-covered finger stroked along her cleft then swept upward to her clit, brushing firmly over the sensitive organ. Sabrina jerked in his arms, a moan dislodging from her lips.
“Yes, I need it,” she admitted. “The last few days have been so stressful.”
Daniel nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent. Sabrina rarely wore perfume. Nevertheless, there was always an enticing scent around her. “Then let me take care of you, baby.”
Sabrina lifted her leg a little, allowing him to reposition his cock and tilt it just the right way so it was poised at the entrance to her body.
Keeping his finger rubbing her clit, he thrust his hips up and forward, sliding his cock into her. Sabrina gasped, and the sound echoed in the room. For a brief second he wondered if his parents and the other guests in the house could hear them, but then his attention was pulled back to Sabrina when she slid her hand over his and pressed it harder over her center of pleasure.
A smile formed on his lips. He loved it when Sabrina showed her lusty side. When she urged him on to take her harder, to pleasure her more thoroughly, to drive her wild. Just like she was telling him now that she wanted him to stroke her clit more intensely, with more pressure.
Daniel rolled over and draped his arm across Sabrina’s waist, pulling her closer so her back was to his front. His morning hard-on pressed against her soft, warm backside, jerking in anticipation. God, he was hungry for her. How could he not be? She was so pliant and voluptuous.
It was moments like these—waking up with Sabrina in his arms—that made him wonder how he’d gotten so fortunate as to find her. Even in the mornings, with her long dark hair a mess, she looked gorgeous. Every day she grew more beautiful. The first time he’d laid eyes on her and gazed into her green eyes, he’d known that he had to have her. That she was actually here now, in his arms, in his bed, was a miracle in itself after all the bumps that had littered their road to happiness. But they’d overcome those obstacles. Now nothing could go wrong anymore. In a few days, Sabrina would be his wife.
Sabrina moaned softly and wiggled closer to him, her behind rubbing on his painfully hard cock. He lowered his lips to her shoulder and pressed small kisses on her warm skin, while nudging his cock between her thighs.
“Mmm, what time is it?” she asked in a sexy, sleep-laden voice that fueled his desire for her even more.
“Almost six,” he said, moving his mouth to nibble on her earlobe. “We’re burning daylight.”
She chuckled, and the sound reverberated in his chest, making his heart beat faster as it pumped more blood through his veins, directing it farther south. “Slave driver!”
“Not my fault,” he said lightly. “But somebody’s gotta make sure everything gets done.”
They’d been in Montauk, the very tip of Long Island and commonly also known as the Hamptons, staying with his parents for the past few days to make the final arrangements for the wedding. Sabrina seemed more exhausted than usual and he wondered whether the flurry of activities surrounding the wedding was getting to her. He had to admit things were crazy, and what they both needed was a bit of normalcy. And something to ease the stress they were both feeling.
He had just the thing for stress relief. Daniel slid his hand along her torso and down to her belly, pressing her closer into the curve of his body. Sabrina’s sigh confirmed that she was fully aware of the hard-on that was now sliding between her thighs and what he intended to do with it.
“Shouldn’t we be preserving energy since we have so much to do today?” she murmured, while she rubbed her backside against him and pressed her thighs together to capture his cock between them.
Daniel groaned as her muscles tried to imprison him.
“Trust me, this won’t take much of my energy at all,” he whispered into her ear and slipped his hand over her sex, cupping it. “It comes naturally.” Just like anything to do with Sabrina came naturally.
“Mmm.” Her humming was accompanied by her thighs spreading by an inch or two, just enough for him to slip his fingers into her warm center.
“Besides, I think you need this just as much as I do,” he added and bathed his fingers in her wetness. Her sex was drenched with her arousal. The scent of it now drifted to him. “Tell me why you’re wet already.”
“I’ve been dreaming.”
“About?”
“About waking up with you inside me.”
Her words made him even harder than he already was. Any more of this and he would explode. “That’s a very naughty dream.”
His dew-covered finger stroked along her cleft then swept upward to her clit, brushing firmly over the sensitive organ. Sabrina jerked in his arms, a moan dislodging from her lips.
“Yes, I need it,” she admitted. “The last few days have been so stressful.”
Daniel nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent. Sabrina rarely wore perfume. Nevertheless, there was always an enticing scent around her. “Then let me take care of you, baby.”
Sabrina lifted her leg a little, allowing him to reposition his cock and tilt it just the right way so it was poised at the entrance to her body.
Keeping his finger rubbing her clit, he thrust his hips up and forward, sliding his cock into her. Sabrina gasped, and the sound echoed in the room. For a brief second he wondered if his parents and the other guests in the house could hear them, but then his attention was pulled back to Sabrina when she slid her hand over his and pressed it harder over her center of pleasure.
A smile formed on his lips. He loved it when Sabrina showed her lusty side. When she urged him on to take her harder, to pleasure her more thoroughly, to drive her wild. Just like she was telling him now that she wanted him to stroke her clit more intensely, with more pressure.
