Anna rocks her hips, taking me deeper, thrusting so she’s taking all of me. Her pussy is the closest thing I’ve ever felt to heaven, squeezing down on me, milking me for all its worth, and pleasure feels like lightning building in my spine. I let my hands fall to her hips, and I pull her down onto me harder.
Her hands dig into my hair, pulling at the roots, holding onto me and trusting me to fuck her, to give her pleasure, and I do. I pull us together over and over, grinding and gliding and keeping her locked close. “Open your eyes, baby,” I say, my voice rough with holding back my pleasure. She does, those green eyes glazed over with pleasure, her lips swollen and red from my kiss. I love how she looks ravished by me, and that thought brings me closer. So close that I groan, and I don’t break our gaze.
“Come with me,” I say, speeding up. We’re rocking together now, using each other to find our own climax, and I can see when she’s almost there, mouth open in a silent cry. I reach between us, brushing her clit, and she goes over the edge. She bites her lips to keep from crying out, and I let myself go. Fire and electricity race down my spine and through my balls and holy fuck every jerk of my cock is ungodly pleasure. Anna’s pussy clamps down on my cock, holding on, and I curse. This orgasm feels like it doesn’t end, like I’m floating in it.
Anna collapses on me, and I lean back in the chair, holding her close.
This is us. We settle together after sex, connected, feeling each other’s breath. Our bodies like this, one and together. Pure and primal satisfaction rolls through me. Annabelle is mine, and I’m hers. It’s perfect.
“You know,” I say, “my grandmother keeps asking if you’re going to come home for Thanksgiving.”
She laughs against my neck. “Of course I’m going to, even if we were there for last Thanksgiving.”
“She’s going to keep asking. It’s what she remembers. But on her clear days she always reminds me to think ahead, and plan all the time in the world with the people that I love. Including holidays.”
“Mmm,” Anna breathes, and I think she might fall asleep right here, my cock still buried in her. “You can tell her that I’ll always be there for Thanksgiving. No matter what.”
“She’ll be happy to hear that.” She barely makes a sound. “Taking a nap?” I ask with a shuffle.
“No, I’ll move in a second, I just want to stay here for a little while.”
I press a kiss to her cheek and then her lips. “You don’t have to move. You can stay here forever if you want.”
She sighs with contentment. “Okay.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”