Hard to Breathe

Bethany

Damon pressed a shaky hand to her before licking along her back and over the curve of her ass. He pulled out and let out another groan. Bethany collapsed on her stomach, the air so damn hard to breathe.

"Roll over and let me hold you, lover." Damon moved down and pressed his body against the top of hers, brushing her hair back and kissing her lips a few times. "I couldn't imagine you being here without me. What if you found some hot cabana boy who could fuck better than me?"

She let out a short laugh, her fingers running up and down the damp skin of his muscular back. "That isn't possible. You are the best fuck, ever."

"That's almost crude, dirty girl." He nipped at her lips and rolled off of her and onto his back. He reached for her, and she moved toward him, tucking against his side and glancing up at him.

"Erica is going to be back any minute, baby. You need to go."

"Nah. Matt knows I'm here. He was helping me with keeping you occupied until I could get here. He'll tell Eri