Opal shivered in his arms, her body aching for his. A soft moan left her lips as his hands stroke her soft skin. Her face turned up to his as their lips meet in a tender kiss. Even if she’d had him a million times, she would still want him a million times more, that was how deep her lust for him ran. “Robert…” she sighed as he pressed her back to the mattress and rose over her. She felt the tip of his hardened length prodding her slick sex. Her back arched as she tried to grasp his length and pull it into her. Her arousal was so strong the scent lingered in the air and wafted through with the scent of the lilacs. Her hands ran over his body stroking and scraping her small thin nails over his flesh. The more he prodded her the more she squirmed and moaned, her pitch changed as her arousal heightened. Her whimpers broke on her breaths and gasps, as they silently caressed each other, every touch bringing immense pleasure for both. The moment his length pierced her chasm she cried out loudly. “YESSS ROBERT!” Her slender hips rose to meet his, the urgency with which their hips met kept Opal on the edge. The harder and faster he went the higher her passion soared. She felt him swell within her channel and felt herself convulse around his throbbing member. Higher and higher, until she could go no further and she burst, screaming out his name as she clawed her nails into his back.