She grinned when he joked, and fluttered those long thick lashes. "It's the whole package, honey." She drawled, but he was right, the lashes were something most women would be envious over. The jokes and the teasing was short lived though.
When she was fully seated down on him her back arched, forcing her chest forward. She placed her hands on the tops of his thighs. Her whole body felt like it was pulsing as she allowed herself to get used to him. She needed to feel his lips though. That was one of the reasons for not fucking him on the pool table. Maryanne eased herself down on him pressing soft little kisses along his jaw.