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Her eyes flash open, full of lust as she concentrates on riding out her climax. My body is on fire by watching her enjoy the pleasure I’m giving her. She gives me a breathless O.G. after a few shorter thrusts, and then her body sags into relief.
Her legs relax, her hands fall to the mattress, and her cum drips onto my balls. She spent. Perspiration collects along her hairline and around her nose. A testament to the pounding she’s taking like the good girl she is, and I remember to reward her with hard-earned praise.
“You’re taking it like such a good girl.”
She looks down at our bodies, where they connect, and watches what I’m doing to her.
“You love my big cock, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes.”
Her light voice is barely audible over my hips, slapping against her ass cheeks. I change the angle, practically bending her in half to capture her lips. She groans at the tension on her hamstrings but otherwise lifts off the pillow to meet my lips. The kiss is powerful, her hand lifting into my head, pulling at my curls in a demand of her own, while our tongues battle for dominance and our bodies move in perfect harmony.
I want to stretch her out, the same as I want to stretch her pussy. I’m already big for her, that much I can tell, but opening her up wider, having her drenched from yet another orgasm coursing through her, is chasing mine to the forefront.
She falls back to the pillow, her hand caressing through my hair to clasp my shoulder as I pick up the speed. I’m barreling toward the edge when she screams my name over and over, her back arching while her walls clench tightly. It’s the last movement to have me fall into the precipitous ecstasy with her. I
praise her repeatedly, words spoken without considering how hard I’m coming. My nerve endings are on fire with bursts of pulsating pleasure while her pussy milks every last drop out of me.
I collapse next to her, my ribcage rising and falling rapidly as she swipes a hand across the sweat that has dripped onto her breasts. Marked by my sweat and cum. How beautiful she would look with a pearl necklace nestled against the folds of her neck. Her legs are splayed to each side, her pants coming softer than mine. When I reach for her hand to intertwine them, I’m met with a limp wrist.
“I’m floating.”
Her eyes close tightly, and a loose smile is on her face when I turn my head to look at her. I plant a soft kiss on her breasts, the generous mounds having slipped toward the side of her body and looking good enough to bite. I nip at her flesh, the temptation too great when she yips, opens her eyes, and pushes my face away.
“You’re taking away from my good feelings.”
I bark out a laugh, knowing she’s dead wrong. Pleasure and pain are fun contradictions. I’m no sadist, having tried that once with a college girl who loved it. But little playful smacks to the ass or mark-less bites are harmless fun.
“I’m enhancing it.”
I offer her a fist bump, which she returns with a smile. For a few seconds, we are left staring at each other. A deep bond forms between us. I can’t resist scooping her up into my arms and having her lying against my chest. We’re hot, sweaty, and sticky. I can’t think of a better combination. Her hair is wild and frizzy from sex, brushing against my chin, and the fragrant scent rising into my nostrils.
“Giovanni, I don’t know why, but I feel like thanking you. For the fitness training, the meal prep, and this too. I feel more alivethan I have in years.” She moves her head to gaze up at me from her position on my chest. “Is that odd?”
“Not a bit. Because I know exactly how you feel.”
She gives me an indiscernible look, but little does she know, I feel the best I have in a long time. New year, a new goal, and now a new woman. She says more alive, I say, I’m finally living.
10
KACIE
He gently kisses my lips before adjusting the pillow behind his head. The music selection pumping through his surround sound switched to classical. It’s an interesting selection and not something I expected him to like. I scoot closer, his hand encouraging me with the pressure applied to my butt when he pats it. The condom tightly sealed against his cock is shrinking and drying out, looking very uncomfortable by the reddish-purple tip.
“Do you need to do something with that?”
I move my thigh to settle over his and narrowly avoid touching it with my knee.
“Probably, but I enjoy holding you too much to move.”
He squeezes me before removing and dropping the thing on the floor. Problem solved. Silence settles between us as I relish feeling content, sated, and a little achy from the rigorous activity he just put me through.
“Kacie, will you look at me?”
His tone is serious. When I use his chest to adjust my body to look at him, a small exhalation leaves his. His expressionmatches his tone, and I’m slightly nervous about what is happening.
“Everything okay?”
