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My back arched and I bounced and rocked, letting my body take over and just feel. His hands gripped my hips, helping me keep a steady rhythm.
“Fuck, Cami, you feel so good. I’m not going to last feeling you bare wrapped around me.”
His words spurred me on and I moved faster and harder. His cock hit the right spot and every time I sunk down I felt so full as he bottomed out. I tried my hardest to keep my eyes on his as my head fell back.
“So. Fucking. Beautiful.” He punctuated every word with an upthrust of his hips. I was close and I clenched around him without even knowing it. “Come with me.”
And so I did. I had a feeling that my body would always follow his command.
“I love you,” he breathed out as he knifed up, wrapped his arms around me, kissed me passionately, and spilled his release deep inside of me.
I had to admit, I loved the feeling of him inside of me with nothing between us.
“I love you, too. So flipping much,” I told him, my hands in his hair and my body pressed against his so there wasn’t so much as a whisper of air between us.
Minutes passed, maybe hours. I didn’t know or care right then. Even as his cock softened inside of me, I wasn’t ready to break our connection. And it seemed he felt the same way.
“Shower, beautiful, then bed. I’m spent,” he said with a light swat on my butt.
I couldn’t move. But lucky for me, he was able to carry me into the bathroom, start the water, and place me into the shower without me having to muster up an ounce of strength. He washed me, dried me, and tucked me into bed. My brain was complete mush at this point. I couldn’t have so much as protested even if I wanted to as he climbed into the bed and intertwined every limb with mine.
