A Man Who Can't Get Enough

Ross felt love swell in his heart and wanted to express how much he loved this woman. Holding, caressing, he rocked his pelvis against her core. His hand cradled her head as he kissed her passionately. He pinned her arms above her head and continued to move slowly and carefully as he made love to her. Tippa reached down for him and brought him up for another kiss. She was addicted to his kisses. Her fingers dug into the taut muscles on his back and cupped his firm butt, and pulled him deeper into her, a move that made Ross see stars.

"Oh my, my, my." He whispered. "You almost finished me off with that maneuver. She giggled softly, and he melted on the inside. He loved the way they laughed even now as they made love.

"You're my sexy slave now." Tippa teased.

"I can live with that, but can you do me a favor?" He picked up the pace but kept a tight rein on the desire pounding through him.

"Yes, tell me what you want." she moaned and arched into him.

"No blouses when at home."

She gig