I don’t even bother with replying—I just look into her eyes, and then lean in and kiss her fiercely, our tongues locked in a vicious fight.
I move one hand underneath her dress, my fingers taking their time as they make the climb up to her thighs, and then I just grab her thong. Pulling it against her outer thigh, I don’t stop till I hear the sound of the fabric ripping apart. I let the thong fall from my fingers then, and it simply floats down to the floor, forgotten at our feet.
“All the way,” I repeat back to her, angling my cock and resting its tip right between her pussy lips, the wet warmth of her body making my fucking soul boil from the inside out.
Slowly, I start sliding my cock inside her tight pussy, and I actually have to grit my teeth and hold my breath to stop myself from coming.
I spent more than twelve years imagining how it’d be to share a moment with her like this, and now…now that I get to experience it, it’s so fucking better than anything I could’ve imagined.
The way she smells, the way she tastes…it’s fucking perfection.
Dreams do come true after all.
Fuck, I sound like such a wimp right now…but it’s the fucking truth.
“I love you, Kat…I love you so fucking much,” I tell her as I start to thrust, every movement of my body like the most perfect fucking thing.
There’s harmony to the way our two bodies work together. Swear to god, if someone told me being with a woman could be this good, I wouldn’t believe them.
Not for a second.
“I love you too, Alex…always did,” she whispers, her lips looking for mine once more.
Fuck, I can’t even start to describe how it feels like to hear those three words tumbling down from her perfect little lips. I almost want to pinch myself just to make sure that I’m not having some whiskey-fueled hallucination.
But no—the tightness of her pussy, the warm eagerness of her mouth, and the way her breasts are mashed against my chest…all that tells me that this is as a real as real can ever be.
Surrendering to the fire that’s devouring us both, we simply kiss and let our bodies do the rest. I keep on thrusting—slow, fast, then slow again—as she sways her hips back and forth, her pussy lips wrapped tight around my cock.
With one hand, I push down the straps of her dress and bra at the same time, baring her right breast. My gaze finds her perfect rosy nipple, and next thing I know, I’m leaning into it, taking it into my mouth as Kat’s breathing starts to grow deeper and deeper.
“I think I’m…I think I’m gonna…OH GOD!”
She finally explodes, burying her fingernails in my back as she screams. I don’t even stop—I just keep on pistoning into her, that subconscious fire burning in my mind dictating each and every one of my movements.
We’re not fucking, and we’re not making love. Whatever it is we’re doing, it goes beyond that. It goes beyond concepts and words.
It’s pure fucking transcendence—and that’s something, coming from someone as spiritual as I am. (Hint: I’m not fucking spiritual).
Next thing I know, she’s coming again, her moans and screams blending into a perfect symphony.
“I…want you…to come,” she manages to say against my ear, and then she takes her mouth to my neck, biting hard. At the same time, she claws at my back, forcing me to go faster and faster and…
“Oh, fuck!”
That’s all I manage to say as I feel fire travelling up the length of my cock.
I close my eyes and shoot jets of warm cum inside her, and each time my cock pulses feels as if both my body and soul have simply drifted away from existence.
Holy fuck—am I even alive?
“Oh my god,” Kat whispers as I put her down.
We both collapse on the floor, our backs to the elevator doors.
I’m breathing so hard, I think my lungs are gonna pop anytime soon.
We look at each other, smiling.