“I’m so deep, but I know you can take more.” His voice is low and gravelly, brooking no argument. “Spread your legs and take everything I have to give you.”
I widen my knees, sinking down until his cock hits that magical spot.
Pleasure lances down my spine, and Knox digs his fingers into the round globes of my ass, pulling me forward.
My clit grinds against his pelvis, and I moan shamelessly as I press the still vibrating bullet to the spot where our bodies join.
It’s almost too much, but I meet Knox thrust for thrust as he drives into me with unrestrained passion.
“You fit me so well.”
Thrust.
“It’s like you were made for me.”
Thrust.
“I love your body.”
Thrust.
They’re only words, but tell that to my nervous system. Every nerve in my body is electrified, a live wire on the verge of a power surge.
“You look so sexy with my cock inside you.” Knox thrusts upward, driving so deep that the line between pain and pleasure blurs. “I could watch you all day.”
His affirmations wash over me like champagne, sparkling and effervescent.
I lean forward, pinning the bullet between our bodies. The added pressure is exquisite. Sweat beads along my brow, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Knox, I’m going to—”
“Eyes on me.” My eyes snap open just in time to see him grit his teeth, as if staving off his own orgasm. “I want you to see who it is that makes you come.”
My release strikes hard and fast, a sonic blast that roars through my limbs, decimating all rational thought. I lose my rhythm, but it doesn’t matter. Knox picks up the slack, thrustingwith renewed ferocity as I grind my pelvis against his, taking everything he has to give.
Then he gives one final thrust, his hips bucking off the bed as he follows me over the edge.
I’m a quivering mess as I ride out the aftershocks. I collapse on top of Knox, resting my head against his chest. I couldn’t move if I wanted to, which I don’t. His cock is still inside me, and somehow, it feels more intimate than the act of sex itself. I could stay like this forever, sated and sleepy, our bodies connected in the most intimate of ways.
Knox rubs my back, making no move to get up. Though his hands are rough, his touch is gentle. Soothing, even.
I don’t know how long we lay like that, a cozy tangle of arms and legs, but I must drift off, because when I wake, his breathing is even and his cock has slipped free.
Moving carefully, I climb out of bed and tiptoe into the bathroom.
I pee and brush my teeth, and throughout it all, it’s impossible to keep the smile off my face.
Any doubts about real-life Knox living up to fantasy Knox have been erased. If anything, the sex was even better than I remembered.
Is it too early to start hoping for an encore?
Probably, though I certainly wouldn’t mind trying for back-to-back orgasms.
I shut off the bathroom light and open the door slowly, doing my best to avoid waking Knox.
It’s a wasted effort.
When I step into the room, the bed is empty.