I growl, hitting her pussy so hard my balls slap against her ass. Her skin is hot, turning dewy and wet as droplets of sweat bead on her forehead and trickle down her temples.
Her tits rub against my chest, making her nipples stiff as pebbles. I suck her tit into my mouth again, then let it pop free. My tongue moves across her chest to her other tit, sucking it even harder.
Anna writhes beneath me. Her body contorting as her head snaps back and her mouth drops open. She curls her legs around my waist, scratching her nails up my back and through my hair.
I love this look on her. Flushed cheeks, wild eyes, her skin shining like satin. She's a goddess. My goddess.
I fuck her harder. Whatever pain she might have felt at first is now gone, and her body is begging for more. I'm going to give her everything she wants. I'm going to make her feel amazing. I'm going to put her to sleep with this moment in her brain, so she wakes up craving more.
My thick shaft spears inside her pussy. Even through the condom I can feel how hot and wet she is. Her pussy bears down on me, her walls hugging my cock like a warm blanket.
“Oh my god, Dash,” she says between heavy breathing. “Oh my god, mm, yeah.” Her voice hums against my shoulder as she presses her face against my skin.
I can feel her as she comes. Every muscle in her body quivers as the tips of her nails pierce my back and her legs crush my sides. Her pussy pulses over and over as if it has a heartbeat of its own.
My stomach coils up, and my balls harden as my cock explodes with her. Pump after pump of hot cum fills the tip of the condom. Every muscle in my body goes limp, causing me to fall on top of her.
“Well,” I say, pulling my cock free and rolling off of her. “How was it?”
Anna giggles as she twists her face in my direction. “I'm speechless.”
I pull the condom off my dick, grabbing a tissue from the box next to my bed. Wrapping it up, I throw it in the can beside me. “I'll take that as it was amazing,” I say, slipping my arm under her neck and pulling her in. “So, you want to do it again?” I ask teasingly as I wag my brows.
She slaps my chest with a smile and shakes her head. “I have to be at work early tomorrow. Otherwise I'd stay up all night with you.”
“My next goal is to fuck you so much your legs go numb, and you can't walk for days.”
Anna nuzzles her warm face against my chest, laying her arm over my chest. Her fingers gently run up and down my ribs, giving me the chills. I love the way she's touching me right now.
Her nails move back across my chest, down my stomach, and then tickle their way up. She snuggles her body closer as she traces the inked design on my skin. “Did it hurt?” she asks.
“No more than anything else.”
“What do you mean?” she asks, her finger following the thick swirl of black ink down my shoulder and around my forearm.
“I mean life hurts. It hurts when you don't get the job you want. It hurts when you lose someone you love. It hurts when people you trust let you down. The only difference between a tattoo and life is you choose to have this pain. But, just like everything else, eventually it goes away.”
“I don't think it's the same. This pain is physical, everything else is emotional.”
“Is it though?” I look down at her. Her eyes heavy as she yawns, but she's listening to me, and that's something I can appreciate. It feels good to be heard. “Doesn't your stomach hurt when you're embarrassed? Don't your lungs hurt when you're nervous? Doesn't your heart hurt when you're sad?”
She flicks her eyes around as she thinks about what I'm saying. “I guess you're right. I never thought about it that way.”
“The good thing is that you can change your life. You can't change a tattoo. Once it's there, it's there.”
Anna lets out a big yawn as her eyes start to close. “Maybe I should get one.”
“Maybe you should.”
She lets out a soft, tired laugh as she mumbles something I can't make out. Looking down, her eyes are closed. She's asleep in my arms. I can't stop from smiling as I pull the blanket up with one hand and cover us both.
Anna fits perfectly in the nook of my arm. It's like she's made for it. As if God created this woman just for me.
I've never believed in love at first sight. I've never really believed in love at all. How could there possibly only be one person out there for you? The world is full of people. Millions and millions of different people.