I sit up, needing to be closer to her now more than ever. There is no going back now. She’s mine.
I’ve never come inside someone without protection either, so I know that what I feel for her is it. She’s the person that’s mine. I tuck her hair behind her ears and take in her body against mine. Her breasts are pressed against my chest, her nails are digging into my shoulders, and her painful groans are turning into pleasurable sighs. “Tell me what you’re thinking,” I say.
“I’m thinking I’ve never done this before, and I don’t know what to do,” she says, suddenly bashful.
“And you have no idea what that does to me, baby.” I slide my lips over hers and pinch the features of my face together when I push her hips back, then pull then forward. I moan down her throat, so she understands how good she feels. Every rock is slow. We are barely moving, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I can feel more of her this way, experience her body, and concentrate on other areas that deserve to be praised.
“You stretch me so wide. I’m so full.” Her hands cup her tits, then rolls her nipples between her thumbs as she rocks her hips again. “Yes,” she hisses, tossing her head back as she gains confidence. The move exposes her throat and I strike, gently, and suck her skin into my mouth. I want to leave a mark. She cups the back of my head and applies pressure, pushing me against her neck more so I can’t pull away.
I like her on top like this. It gives her control, something I don’t think she knows she needs right now. I think that’s why she flipped me over, but I could be second guessing it. “You’re so tight, baby. I’m going to be inside you every day. You were made for me.” I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer against me, then and kiss her again while I help her pick up the pace. The sudden speed change has her ripping her mouth away from mine and shouting to the ceiling.
I hope the neighbors can hear. I have never had a loud lover, and I hope she screams. I hope she fucking yells my name so everyone fucking knows whose pussy this is.
“Asher, Asher, Asher,” she chants my name and flips her hair back. The ends sting me in the face, but I don’t care. She gains confidence by wrapping her hands around the back of my neck and using me as leverage so she can gain better movement.
She’s a damn bottle rocket. In the beginning, she ignited slow, but the closer to blast off she comes, the shorter her fuse becomes.
I lean back on my hands so I can watch her ride me. Her clit rubs against my pelvis and my cock is plummeting her all at once. Her tits bounce and her eyes are closed.
My eyes are constantly rolling from how good she feels. Her muscles ripple around the sensitive skin of my shaft, and I tense when I feel another orgasm coming along.
Oh, come on! No, fucking way. I’m not coming until she does.
“Asher! Oh! Oh!” her voice climbs, and she rides against me harder until out skin is slapping together, and my sack is smacking against her plump ass. Her muscles spasm around me as she stops moving completely. The only thing I feel is the contractions of her walls massaging me. “Yes, oh, yes, Asher! So good,” she hovers, only moving up or down when the spasm is too much.
Her pleasure makes me happy. I feel like I’m on top of the world for making my woman come so many times.
“Mmm,” she licks the sweat off her top lip, struggling to catch her breath. I move up, crawling over her until her back is against the bed, and now I’m on top of her. I wrap her legs around my waist and she’s a limp noodle after that orgasm, but when her eyes flutter open, she quickly gets on board.
Our bodies are slick with sweat so her legs slide off my waist before I say ‘fuck it’ and let her knees fall to either side of me. I roll my hips, sliding into her soaking cunt until I have no more inches to give before pulling back out, only to do it all over again.
Before she can make another noise, I kiss her again, tasting the sweat, which fuels me. I speed up, slamming into her when I can no longer hold back. I need to be deeper. I have to fucking root myself in that sweet pussy.
“Asher, harder!” she demands, scratching her nails down my back until she cups the globes of my ass.
I’m always going to give her what she wants and if it is too much after, she can tell me. Our moans echo off the acoustics of the penthouse, drowning us in the music we are creating together. With ever hard thrust, she moves an inch across the bed.
“Baby, you’re damn perfect. I’m going to be inside you every day for the rest of our lives, do you understand me?” I raise my voice, needing her to hear me.
“Yes, every day, just don’t stop. Never stop. I’m so close.”
I drill her harder, faster, and she runs out of bed to inch across when her torso is hanging off the mattress and her head is upside down while I’m pounding her delicious, wet, tight, pussy. She’s the best I’ve ever had and it’s only fitting that she’s my last.
No one will ever compare.
“Come. Come with me, baby. Come.” I can’t hold on any longer. I dip my hand between us and rub her sweet, erect button. A few circles and she’s shouting my name at the top of her lungs.
No doubt the neighbors can hear her now.
One. Two. Three more thrusts and I’m shouting my own release, “Heather, fuck, baby.” I come more during this orgasm and I have no idea why. I keep plunging inside her tight heat, filling her until she’s dripping down my shaft.
When I’m wrung dry and don’t have another drop to give, I collapse. I lay my cheek against her chest and her rapid heartbeat strums from the exertion. My arms shake, her legs tremble, and we don’t say a word as we try to catch our breath.
Impossible.
Because that… that was life changing.
I kiss her heart, careful to keep myself lodged inside her spasming center, and lick the mark I left on her skin. She sighs happily, a sweet sound only derived from pleasure.