All her muscles are tight, her toes digging into the sheets.
“Please,” she chants. “Please, please, let me come. I’m a good girl. I’ll be such a good girl. I’ll scream your name. I’ll—I’ll—please! Oh my god.”
She explodes like fireworks, body spasming and shaking as she screams my name. Her orgasm comes in long drawn-out waves, and her clit is so over-stimulated that every time she thinks she’s done, another one hits.
She’s crying when she’s finally finished—tears of relief and happiness.
Tossing the vibrator to the side, I roll her onto her stomach, wrap my hand in her hair, and thrust into her as hard as I can.
“Yes,” she grunts, face buried in the pillows.
I use her hair to yank her back. “What was that? You like being fucked like a dirty slut?”
“Yes. Harder. Please.”
Slipping my other hand between her legs, I rub her swollen clit, and she whimpers again.
“You have another orgasm for me?”
“Yes. Please. I need it.”
“Look at you using your manners.”
She makes a nonsensical noise, and it spurs me on, working her clit as I fuck her into the mattress, hoping I can last long enough for her to come again.
When she cries out, I have to take a breath. She’s close, but so am I.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?”
“Yes…”
Hold on.Just a little longer.
Pulling tighter on her hair, I thrust harder, and that sends her over the edge. Her hands clench the sheets as she milks my cock.
“Come with me,” she moans. “Fill my pussy. Show me I’m yours.”
“Fuck,” I groan. My orgasm tears through me, ripping the breath from my lungs.
I collapse beside her on the bed, wrapping my arms around her from behind, but she rolls over and wraps her body around mine, grabbing my face and kissing me deeply with all the love that’s been burning inside us with nowhere to go these last few weeks.
We hold each other tightly, lost in the depths of our love. Everything else slips away. There’s only her and me. Nothing else. The rest of the world could be burning and I wouldn’t know. She’s all I need. All I care about.
I’ve made plenty of mistakes with her, and I know I’ll make more, but I refuse to ever fail her so badly again.
I’ll protect her heart and the love between us with everything I have for as long as she’ll let me.
Amanda’s stomach rumbles loudly,and I laugh, pausing midway through braiding her hair.
“Is my girl hungry?”
“Mm maybe.” She buries her face in my chest. “I don’t want to get up.”
After our first round of sex, we got lost kissing, then ate nachos in bed and had one more round of sex before falling asleep in total bliss.
“I hear there’s a place a couple of blocks over with great breakfast sandwiches.”
She perks up a little, then looks around the room.