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I am not a superstitious person. I do not believe in fate or destiny, but all of this feels so out of this world that I am willing to reconsider some fundamental things about myself. Most of all, I cannot believe all the time I wasted not doing this, not being with her.
We are facing each other still, head to head, eyes gazing into one another, while I drive right into her. My thrusts are slowly gaining speed, and our breathing picks up accordingly.
“I love how you’re fucking me,” Sienna gasps underneath me.
My cock pulsates inside her and I can feel myself grow closer and closer. “I’m not fucking you, Sienna,” I grunt right back.
She laughs and bites her lip while her eyes lose focus. She’s coming again. I am making her come. Her nails dig into me, giving me proof that this is just what she needs as well, what she’s been needing all along.
“Whatever you’re doing,” she pleads, “keep doing it.”
Her body begins trembling underneath me as I keep pushing into her more and more desperately. The warmth in my belly moves to my cock. Sienna’s hand moves to my butt. And in one overwhelming surge, I come right inside her. It takes ages for the sensation to ebb off, and even when it does, there’s something left here. There’s an intimacy that I didn’t know I, or any human for that matter, was capable of. I have never felt closer to anyone or anything in my entire life, and I know I would do anything to keep it like this. I wouldn’t want to be without it anymore. I can’t be.
We remain in this position and soak each other in for a while, tremors washing over our bodies once in a while. When I eventually roll off her, Sienna automatically follows and rolls onto me, half her leg covering my belly while her head rests on my chest and shoulder. Her curls tickle my cheek and maybe it’s them that cause my smile or maybe it’s the fact that I have never been more fulfilled in my entire life. It’s hard to tell, really.
“I have to say this while I am still high on sex with you, but…” I think about how to express what I need to get out, “…but if this is what making love is like, then I am not interested in fucking anymore.”
“What if I want you to fuck me though?”
“I’d say‘No, thanks, lady!’and a second later I’d realize that I’m full of shit and I’d rail you until you pass out.”
“I love it when you’re being all romantic.” Sienna laughs and kisses my hand that’s wrapped around her shoulder.
“Seriously though,” I stop for a second and have to think again, “this was… weird. Incredible! But weird.”
She looks up at me with furrowed brows. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, it’s just that… I have imagined what it would be like to do this with you again. A lot. And in all my fantasies, it was nothing like this.”
She nods. “I guess I know what you mean. In mine there was a lot more biting.”
“And choking, so much choking.”
“Also clawing.”
“And spanking. Not even because you deserve to be spanked —which you do, needless to say— but simply because you have the most spankable ass I’ve ever seen.”
“Ohhh, thank you.” She pulls a little puppy face and kisses my neck. “That was a compliment, right?”
I nod enthusiastically and squeeze her butt with both hands.
“It’s probably all the stairs I take. Good workout.”
I nudge her face towards mine and gently place a kiss on her forehead. We lie like this for a while and I’d hate to ruin this moment between us, but it does feel like the right time to ask. “You obviously don’t have to talk ab?—“
“It’s fine,” Sienna cuts me off. “I don’t mind talking about things with you. I want you to know me.” She pulls me tight and seeks comfort in the crook of my neck.
I wish we could lie like this forever.
“Good, because I’ve been wondering what your deal is for a while now…”
Sienna laughs, gently nibbles on my neck and then looks up at me. “Yeah?”
“In so many ways, how about we start with your elevator phobia? Did you watch the elevator scene in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory too many times and now you’re afraid of elevators going through the glass roof?”
“I’ve never actually seen that movie, but thanks for giving me one more thing to be afraid of.” She leans back to look at me. “No, actually, I am not afraid of elevators. Like, logically, I know nothing will happen to me. I know I won’t die in an elevator. It’s just… childhood trauma, I suppose.”
I try to hold her tight, let her know that it’s safe to share her feelings with me.
