When he had some of the sloppy remains of the fruit in his bowl and splotches of various shades of red all over the linens, he growled, “You are red and swollen for me in every way I like. Spread for me, darling, and take what is yours and what you need.”
Her heart rate spiked, and she did as he requested, using her palms to stretch her legs as wide as they would go.
He lifted her ankles and put them up on his shoulders. “I shall go slow tonight since I suspect you are still tender from last night, but in a few days’ time, I will not hold back. You shall have the full force of me, and receive it like a woman desiring to breed.”