It’s warm.
It’s right the fuck where I want to be every second of the day if she will let me.
It’s where I belong.
“You feel so fucking good,” I say in between careful, sweaty, strokes.
“So do you,” she moans in response as she lifts and winds her hips almost like she did when my finger was inside. Damn, she’s a fast learner.
“I love this pussy,” I profess. My voice growing stronger and more guttural. My orgasm slowly beginning to build. “Who does it belong to?”
She makes some sort of indescribable noise of pure pleasure, but I need the words. I’ve got to have them.
“Whose pussy is this?!” I demand to know again as I pump in and out of her harder and harder. Our sweaty bodies clapping together.
“I … it’s–”
She can’t really talk … which is probably a good thing … but you know me … so I give her a little push over the edge.
I slide my hand in between us and start stroking and pinching her clit as I pound inside of her harder. I might kill us both before she gives me the answer.
“Whose. Pussy. Is. This?!” I snarl.
And finally, I get what I need on the last stroke.
“Yours!” she cries out. “Yours!’
The contractions of her orgasm squeeze my dick like a vice, and we both come within seconds of each other. Her aftershocks continue to milk me completely dry, and then I fall on top of her completely spent.
“Wowza!” I say and start laughing.
“That’s exactly what I was thinking.” She laughs as she continues to breathe heavily.
Oops, I might be squishing her, so I lift myself off of her and fall over on the bed huffing beside her.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m better than okay.”
“I know you don’t like getting sweaty.”
“Okay, but this time I did.”
“So you liked it?”
“Yes, Coop. It was everything I hoped it’d be and best of all it was with someone who cares about me.”
“Cares about you?”
“Yes … I mean you do care about me, don’t you?” she asks with some trepidation.
“Ursula, I don’t just care about you. I love you. I think I always have. You are it for me. It’s pretty clear now that you’ll be stuck with me for much longer than you originally intended whether you quit your job or not.”
Her eyes swell with tears. Shit, I think I may have fucked this up.
“Baby?”
“You called me Ursula.”
