For long minutes I let her take the lead, riding up on me and sinking back down over and over again as she engulfed my cock with her tight cunt. I might have slept with her the first time months ago, but this felt like the first time, like I’d never known what she felt like. It was as if there had never been—there never would be— a more passionate moment than right here and now with Adele.
But I knew that was a lie. I knew it would always feel like this with her.
I rose up just enough that I could shift so she was the one on her back now. I needed to take control. I needed to be the one to give it to her, not the other way around. This was a lot of movement, a lot of action for the amount of time we’d been fucking, but I wanted to experience all of this with her. Over and over again. I wanted to experience more—forever—with her.
Sliding all the way back into her had me groaning and closing my eyes, telling myself not to get off, forcing my self-control to withstand my basic, primal urges. Sweat lined my brow and dripped down my temples. I leaned back on my haunches and looked down where our bodies connected.
“Yes, Oliver. God, yes. I’ve been waiting for this moment since I was first with you.”
Fuck, nothing better than hearing that. “Say you haven’t been with anyone since me. Tell me I’m the only one, Adele.”
She gasped, moaned, thrashed in her pleasure.
“Tell me.” Those words left me on a strangled groan as I stared at where we were connected, where my thick, monstrous cock filled her tight little pussy hole.
“You’re the only one I’ve been with in years, Oliver. The only one I want.”
“That’s fucking right,” I grunted in approval. She was all pink and soaked flesh and stretched so fucking wide around the girth of my dick that my shaft actually jerked on its own. My balls drew up tight with my imminent orgasm.
I snapped my focus to her face, watched as her eyes widened, and I knew she was close to getting off again. Her lips were parted, glossy from our kissing. I started pounding in and out frantically, maybe too hard, too forcefully, but she moaned for more, begged for it.
And I gave it all to her.
I couldn’t drag my gaze away from her face, and when she arched her back, thrusting her big breasts out, and cried in pleasure, I finally let myself go.
I leaned forward, bracing my hands on the mattress beside her head, and grunted as I thrust into her over and over again before finally burying my dick fully in her, my balls resting against the sweet curve of her ass.
And then I came harder than I ever had, even when I’d first been with her. My muscles hurt from how tense I was as I came. My head was downcast, and as much as I wanted to close myself off and just get lost in the sensation, I wanted to watch her come even more than that.
And fuck, she looked so damn pretty.
I felt the aftershocks start to recede, these long, pleasure-tortured seconds seeming to last an eternity. I was finally able to breathe again. I only gave myself a second to recoup before I forced myself to come back to reality.
Adele looked drugged, this sleepy smile playing across her lips, this glow to her skin. I leaned in and kissed her, my cock softening inside her, but I refused to pull out of the tight, hot, and wet cocoon of her body.
“Oliver… that was—”
“Perfection. It was fucking perfection, Adele,” I said, finishing her sentence.
She closed her eyes during her orgasm, and when she opened them again, I stared into the dark irises that I’d forever get lost in.
“That about sums it up,” she said with amusement in her voice and laughed softly.
I leaned down and kissed her once more before reluctantly pulling out of her with a grunt of disappointment. Lying beside her, I thought about what we’d just done, what this meant. I’d bared myself to her, and in return she’d given me the greatest gift, the one thing I wanted so desperately I didn’t know how I’d survive without it.
Her love.
I thought about what we’d just shared, how I couldn’t have fantasized about a more perfect moment, experience. As impossible as it was, my dick started getting hard once more at those thoughts, at the feel of her breasts pressed against my chest. She was soft where I was hard, feminine where I was masculine. Her flesh was smooth, curvy. She was all woman.
“Do you know what this means, Adele?”
She pulled back only enough that she could look into my face. “I know what I want it to mean,” she whispered. “Because what I said was true, Oliver. I do love you.”