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Nestled between my spread legs, he stared into my eyes as his tongue barely touched my pussy lips. I sighed, all my worries washed away.

I ran my fingers through his hair, loving the soft, fullness of it. He licked me more insistently, his broad, flat tongue running from bottom to top then back again.

Blood rushed between my legs as my clitoris came out to play. He nibbled and teased at the tiny nub, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

He thrust a finger inside my wet, tight pussy and wiggled it like a worm, almost pushing me over the edge. I groaned, arching my back and lifting my hips into the air.

“You taste so good,” he whispered, breathing heavily.

My own breaths came fast and furious as my heart pounded. The rest of the world faded away as he slid another finger to join the first. Together, they danced.

“Oh, Cooper,” I begged.

“Yes, baby. Come for me.”

The sound of his voice took me to that special place. My mind exploded as my body convulsed, ecstasy running through my entire body. I looked down and saw him staring up at me.

“Fuck me like it’s our last,” I said.

A look came over his face, one I would never forget the rest of my days. It combined lust, love, hunger, and trust, a powerful combination of emotions and virtues.

He entered me quickly, his condom-covered cock sliding in easily. All the feelings of pleasure built up once again as he pushed in and out, faster and harder with each stroke.

I ran my hands over his strong arms as they held him up. The look of determination on his face made me so fucking hot. For a moment, I saw myself spending the rest of my life with the man.

Our bodies moved together as one. He lifted my legs into the air, pounding with more ferocity, fucking my pussy like it might be our last time and he wanted to make it count.

My second orgasm hit unexpectedly, especially so soon. I felt his throbbing cock deep inside me as I came, my pussy clenching around him. He didn’t stop fucking me.

“Yes, baby,” I cried, delirious with joy.

He contorted his face and squinted his eyes.

“Fuck!” he cried out as he came.

I had never seen him lose his composure before. The physical side of our relationship had somehow merged with the emotional, making the sex between us that much better.

His stroke slowed down, then finally stopped. He pulled out of me. I kissed him before he moved to the bed beside me. Both of us stared up at the ceiling, enjoying the afterglow.

“Now that was an afternoon delight,” I said.

He laughed, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath.

“Right? Wow. That was unreal.”

“It keeps getting better,” I said, my hand on his thigh.

“You can say that again.,” laying his hand on top of mine.

I smiled, glowing inside and out.

“I’m not ready to go back to work tomorrow.”

“Thanks for calling off today and going with me.”

“I want to help with this. I mean, if I can get the story…”

My voice trailed off as I got lost in my thoughts.

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