Don't screw this up. Don't screw this up. Don't-for the love of all that's holy-screw this up. I chanted it to myself as I sipped and sucked at her lips. The taste of her mixed with the essence of her. I was rock hard and trying not to think about her naked body stretched out underneath me.
The beckoning heat of her cunt. The tightness of her p***y after her orgasm. The dripping wetness that sang a siren's song. They all urged me to claim her. Take what was mine. This woman-all of her-was mine.
Now I just needed her to stop freaking out long enough to believe me.
Conscious of her healing body, I eased back after a long count of ten. I wanted to ravage her, destroy her world and body. But I needed her to be healthy to do that. I couldn't get her healthy if she couldn't use her lungs.
