But I’m on a mission now. To make my girl come again. And I won’t fail. Won’t stop until she does.
I drape her legs over my arms, spreading her wider as I move in earnest.
Harder. Faster. Sliding deeper with every thrust.
“Goddamn, Sunshine, you feel so good, yeah? Feel fucking perfect,” I tell her as my fingers dig into the mattress and I thrust even harder.
“David, don’t stop,” she moans, and I nod.
“I’m not stopping. Not till I feel your pretty pussy come again. You close, linda? Tell me.”
She nods.
Breathless. Beautiful.
Sweat glistening on her forehead. Tears trailing from her eyes because it’s just that intense.
I lean down and lick them away. Swallowing her emotions as I fuck into her, desperate now for release.
She’s so damn slick. Hot. And dear God, she’s strangling my cock with how tight she is.
Then I feel it—the second her body starts to tremble.
Her nails scratch at my back, and she arches into me, mouth wide open in a silent scream.
And this time I follow her straight over the edge and into that sweet, blissful oblivion I’ve been chasing my whole life but never felt until now.
Because I know for a fact she’s the one.
She is it.
And before morning, she’s gonna know it. I’m gonna tell her.
But of course, we fall asleep before I can tell her anything about how I feel.
I wake up before the sun.
Not fully. Just enough.
That quiet edge of consciousness where the world hasn’t caught up yet.
For a second, I don’t move.
Because I feel her.
Warm. Soft.
Curled into me like she fits there.
Like she belongs there—she fucking does
My arm is around her waist, her back pressed to my chest, her hair a wild spill across the pillow and half over my arm.
She smells like me now.
Like us.
And that does something to me I’m not ready to unpack.