Melinda stopped. It hadn't occurred to her at first, but yes, now that he'd mentioned it, she desperately wanted to f**k him soon.
"Yes, Marcus, is that all right?"
"God, yes, um. Honestly, there's something I need as well if it's all right with you."
Melinda smiled.
"Of course. What do you want me to do?"
"I want us to face each other. I know that missionary is supposed to be boring but...I want to look you in the eye when I c*m. I want to watch you being filled. I need it, actually. I need to see that you're mine. I can't explain it, but it's how I've been...fantasizing about you."
Melinda heard an aroused huskiness come over her voice. Would she ever get used to her son talking like this? She hoped not.
"Yes. Yes, I want that very much. Let's try and find a spot. I...I really nee
