I hurriedly took my shirt off, tossed it to the side, and flipped her over. We shared another kiss, as dizzying as the first time.
Lexi giggled playfully as I rained kisses down her body—on her neck, her collar, her shoulder, to her chest, her breasts, sucking on each of her tits, satisfied when she gasped. The descent continued, going across that soft abdomen of hers and toward my goal.
Her pussy.
Dripping and ready for me as it ever was, I leaned in and planted a kiss right on her clit and watched the pleasure ripple through her. My fingers slid into her, making her good and ready for me.
I sampled her, my tongue darting out to taste her. Her gasps were music to my ears. I let my tongue explore every bit of her before settling on a good, steady pace of it thrusting in and out of her, a tag team with my fingers, the one currently not inside of her teasing her clit.
She tensed up beneath me, her hands, shooting down to take full grips of my hair, pulling at me hard as she moaned for me. I took it as extra evidence I was doing a good job.
The faster I pushed her, the stronger the orgasm started to wrack her. Her most sensitive spots were being overloaded by my love, and she tossed and turned beneath me. Despite the pleasurable torture, she thrust her pussy into my face harder.
It wasn’t long before she was heading for climax. She screamed my name at the top of her lungs, her legs around my head, squeezing me like a fucking vise, all before she gave out and lay flat on her back, breathing heavily.
“Come on,” she urged, “you said anything I want. And I want that D on a silver platter.”
I dropped my slacks, my boxer briefs following, my cock springing up, aching and hard for her.
She pushed herself up, looking between my legs, her smile massive. She licked her lips as she stared at my cock.
I crawled on top of her again, sharing another kiss, embracing her fully. Our tongues entwined. I reached over to my desk to get a condom, only for her to snatch it out of my hand. She tore it open with her teeth and then rolled it down my cock with her hand.
Another kiss followed as she pulled my cock toward her slit. I pushed in, gently, knowing now there was nothing to rush usalong. Bit by bit I entered, and the rush of her enveloping me in return was so intense. I surprised myself every moment I didn’t just come instantly, knowing how good she felt.
But I had an iron will when it came to pleasing the woman I loved.
I ran my fingers through her hair, and after I was fully inside her, I started rocking. Back and forth and getting the party started. She was quick to match my pace, ever driven to please me as much as I was driven to please her.
Staring into her eyes, I saw the woman who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. My future wife. And potentially the mother of my children.
If that’s what she wanted, anyway.
Our gentle lovemaking became less gentle. Affectionate enjoyment of the other only lasted so long, until lust took over and drove us into animalistic instinct. Not that that was any less of a way to show affection for the person who was your soulmate.
The speed increased, and I took her harder. The sounds of her voice filled the room, backed up by the rhythmic thumping of flesh against flesh. I felt every wince of pleasure she did, the lead-up to orgasm so intense for her that it made me forget just how intense it was for me too. A finger on her clit, though, made sure she was feeling a little something extra, and if I gave her ten orgasms to each one I had, I still wouldn’t find that a fair trade.
She cried out in pleasure, and I held her close, letting her ride out her bliss as it wracked her more and more. I had to grit my teeth then bite my tongue just to hang on, to stop myself from coming before her. I had to stay strong. Pleasing her meant everything in the world to me.
Finally, I heard that familiar piercing scream of utter orgasm. It ripped through her, and she was slamming her hands into the mattress.
The tension gave way to bliss, and I flooded into her. I fell forward, my arms wrapping around her as I felt the orgasm pump through my body, until all that was left was a sensational echo of our sexual dedication to one another.
I kissed her again. As long as she was near, I would be forever satisfied.
“I love you,” I whispered to her softly.
Lexi seemed to study my face, staring into my eyes, reading my soul.
“I love you more than anything, Grayson Richmond,” she said. It felt like a solemn promise.
“I’m not worthy of your love,” I said, voicing the deepest, darkest secret of all.
Lexi wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed our noses together.
“No one is ever worthy of love, but we all deserve it,” she said.
We lay like that for a moment, faces pressed together. It felt like the start of something big and new and wonderful.
