Ever.
“Spank me,” she says as she slowly, and I mean fucking slowly, pulses up and down on me.
Knowing what she wants, I whack her in the ass, the sound ricocheting through the room.
“Yesss,” she groans as her pussy contracts around my cock.
Fuck, she’s close too.
So I spank her again, this time, on the other cheek. Then another. The whole time, she’s pulsing over me, driving us both closer and closer to our climax.
I hit her again, this one harder, and she groans loud enough that I’m sure our neighbors can hear us. “It feels so good,” she says as I lift and pull her so she’s lying flat against my chest.
“Spread your legs more,” I whisper into her ear.
And with our new position, her lying on top of me and my hands wrapped around her, my pelvis doing the work, I take her nipples between my fingers and drive hard into her.
“Oh my God, Breaker,” she cries out. “That’s . . . oh shit . . . I’m going—” She doesn’t finish as she moans loudly, her pussy clenching around me, her orgasm rocking through her. It’s the sexiest thing ever, getting to feel the waves of pleasure rippling through her. It’s so sexy that after two more pumps, I stiffen under her. I bite down on her shoulder as I come as well. Everything around me goes black as my body floats through bliss.Thisis only accomplished when I’m with Lia.
When it’s just her and me.
After a few seconds of catching our breaths, she rolls off me and then lies flat on the bed, where she breathes heavily.
“That was . . . new,” she says as she gasps.
I chuckle. “Did it feel good?”
She turns toward me and rests her hand on my chest as she nods. “Yeah, it was a completely different orgasm for me. Like I felt it internally.” She smiles. “I want to do that again.”
I chuckle. “Okay, just give me a second. Got to, you know . . . recharge.”
She smiles and then leans on my chest and moves her hand across my hair before pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. “I still can’t believe I get to kiss you. It still feels so unreal.”
“It’s very much real,” I say, returning the kiss. “Everything about you and me is real. The best kind of real.”
Her fingers dance along my chest. “You’re not going to get sick of me, are you?”
“You kidding me with that? If I haven’t gotten sick of you over this last decade, I’m certain I won’t get sick of you now.”
“But relationship me is different.”
“How so?” I ask. “You seem the same.”
“I’m very clingy.”
“When it’s you, I love clingy.”
She chuckles. “I’m also apparently very horny.”
“Once again, when it’s you, horny is amazing.”
“And demanding, I’m going to need to hold your hand on all outings.”
“I think I’ll manage.”
“And I’ll require at least one date night a week.”
“Am I only allowed one, or can I have more?”
