Ana's strong arms cradled me effortlessly, her muscles flexing under my weight as she lifted me from her lap and carried me across the dimly lit hotel suite. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal; a heady mix of musk and desert sage that made my head spin.
''You're so light in my arms, Emily—like you were made to be carried, claimed, filled,'' she murmured, her breath hot against my ear, lips brushing the shell teasingly, nipping the lobe just hard enough to sting.
"Can you not make fun of me being light?"
''Feel how hard you make me? This cock's throbbing just for you, leaking precum down your thigh already.''
''Ana... yes, I feel it—hot and thick, pressing right against my slick pussy, '' I whispered back, my voice husky with need, legs wrapping tighter around her waist as she moved with purposeful strides, her bare feet silent on the plush carpet.
"You are very enthusiastic about it, aren't you?"
