Did you know that Theodora originated from the greek phrase "God's gift"? I always wondered why I was given that name. I'd like to think they knew that my future husband would treat me like God's gift to mankind.
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THEME BY LOSTMEMENTO
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Henry, You shouldn’t have. They’re beautiful. Thank you, honey.
Glad you like them.
I love them, and I love you.
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[text] Oh, I am looking very forward to it. I’ll see you later, honey.
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[text] Oh, I think it’s just you. Remember you have an office mate. I wouldn’t get too hot if I were you.
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[text] Whatever your heart…or other organs desire.
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[text] You, but take-out sounds good, too.
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[text] It was. How’s work? Getting anything done? ;)
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[text] Yeah? What exactly are you thinking about?
“You feel so good, babe,” I groan, slowly thrusting in and out of her. The slow pace is torture, though, so I increase the speed of the thrust to both of our delight. Everything falls into place when we are physically united as one, and it is as if everything makes sense. I want to forbid her from clenching her muscles around me but it feels too good.
She gives me an incredulous look as I withdraw from her completely. I fall back on the bed, glancing over at her in an attempt to compose myself. “Come on, get on top,” I smirk and grab her wrist. She happily complies, her gorgeous body towering over mine as she lovers herself onto me inch by excruciating inch. My hands roam her body, ending at her her breasts. I move one down her body and my thumb caresses her bud as she brings me closer and closer to the edge. I increase the pressure when she throws her head back, loving the moans that tumble from her mouth. She moves my hand away and leans forward until we are chest to chest, all motion stopped. I kiss her and she clenches around me before both of us get up again. The angle is perfect as she straddles me in this sitting position. I moan as she raises her hips only to lower them back down again. I kiss her neck and her jaw, so close it is almost painful. “Let go,” I pant as my hands caress her body, ending once again at the center of it all.
I throw my arms around his neck, whimpering as he snakes his hand in between our bodies and massages the swollen nub. I moan, breath hitching in the back of my throat as his fingers work their magic. I press my face into his neck, sinking my teeth into his flesh as he pumps in and out of me. I don’t want to let go, not yet. He feels incredible; from his lips pressed against my neck to his fingers clutching my hair. I bite down on his neck, nearly breaking the skin as his fingers move just as fast as his hips. I scream against his neck as I clench around his member, orgasm tearing through me with muffled moans. He thrusts one, two, three times before groaning against my neck and filling me with his warmth. I love that feeling.
He moves to guide me back against the bed, but I stop him, not quite read to leave him. “No, not yet.” I hold him against me, our slick chests heaving in unison. I don’t want that loss of contact; I just want to sit here in his lap until our legs fall asleep.
