Page 53 of Where We Met

"Princess, fuck," he starts but drifts off as I slide myself down until I'm seated on him. "Ah, damn!"

He puts his hands on my waist and helps me back up as I drag along his length. Watching his dick appear inch by inch in the mirror, now glistening in my arousal, the sight is indescribable.

"Look at my dick coated in you. Fuck, this is the hottest thing I've ever seen." He tightens his grip on me and slams me downhard.

"Ahhh," I scream, not able to hold back.

We do this a couple of times slowly until we get a rhythm and then the pace picks up and sweat starts to trickle down my back. I feel his tongue lick it off my back like the caveman he is right now.

"Fuck. You're so damn tight."

"I'm close," I stutter as I continue to bounce up and down on him.

He lifts me off him then stands up and reaches his hand down. He helps me up off the ground then brings his lips down to mine as he guides me to the bed.

He lies me down gently but makes no move to crawl on top of me. The prolonged anticipation of his next move is almost unbearable. Slow and seductively, his gaze slides downward as his eyes rake my body.

The mere touch of his hand on my knee sends shivers through my body. He must notice and offers me a small smile then continues running his fingers from my knee to my hip then over to my pelvis. They graze over my clit.

With his other hand, he pushes my feet to the edge of the bed and spreads my legs far apart.

“You. Are. Stunning,” he says to me with adoration in his tone.

He leans forward, hands on the side of my face, then pulls himself onto the bed as his knees straddle me. Slowly, he lies down on top of me.

His lips reclaim mine. Though this time, the kiss is slow, thoughtful as he pushes himself back inside of me.

The pace is slow, feeling each ridged edge of him as he pulls out. I caress the length of his back as he continues to guide himself in and out.

He starts to go faster, harder as our kisses turn urgent. Then he pushes off the bed with his hands until he is on his knees. He grabs my thighs and pulls me closer to him then starts to fuck me in this position.

“Fuck, yea. I love watching your pussy take my dick like this,” he says.

My hand acts on its own and moves to my clit. I start to rub circles over my clit.

“Shit, baby. That’s so hot,” he tells me. “Keep touching yourself.”

He starts to fuck me harder than I think I’ve ever gotten it before. The sheer force is so intense that I wonder if the bed is going to break.

Thank goodness we are the only ones here because the screams coming out of me are wild.

“I wanna fucking cum all over you,” he says as he stares down at our connection.

“Yes!” I shout in agreement. “I want that too. I want to be covered with your cum.”

Those words set me off as I soar high until the peak of delight is finally reached and my body starts to squeeze all around him. He pounds on me a few more times through my orgasm then pulls out and pumps his hand over himself.

Thick white ropes of cum start to hit me. First on my pussy, then my thighs, my stomach, and finally my breasts as he leans forward to mark me everywhere.

We are both silent as we look down at my body which is now covered in his cum. It’s so hot but also feels very intimate.

"Holy. Shit," he whispers. He falls to my side, and I can’t help but laugh as he struggles to catch his breath.

"I'm so freakin' thankful for that word search game," he says.

My body shakes as a giggle falls out, slowly tapering off until silence falls, both our brains working overtime. All these questions start to come through, and I decide to just get it over with and ask him.

"What does this mean for us?" I whisper.

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