“Oh my god,” I breathed, my hips bucking in time with his thrusts. “Oh my fucking god.”
My cursing only encouraged him as he steadied me with both hands now, pounding into me more aggressively.
“So big,” I said, gasping. “So hard. Give me more.”
He lifted a hand and slapped my ass again. And again. And again. Each slap was accompanied by a deep thrust as I pressed my face against the bedspread, my hips high in the air. It had never been this way before; so wild, so intense, so forceful. I loved it, and I loved that he was letting himself go with me. He was completely in tune with what I wanted, giving me exactly what I needed to get off, and losing himself in the heat of the moment in the process.
It felt like my entire body was vibrating with white-hot bursts of pleasure as he alternated between slapping my ass and pinching my clit. I knew my cheeks would be red and sore tomorrow, but I didn’t care. I wanted those marks on my body. I wanted the reminder that I was his. That my body was his.
His thrusting sped up, and I could sense that he was nearing his own release. I spread my knees as wide as I could, allowing him even deeper. My orgasm built inside of me, unstoppable, and I cried out as I came, hard and deep, moaning his name.
As my pussy clenched around him, I felt him lose control. His fingers dug into my hips, and he groaned as he came inside me.
With both of us still breathing heavily, he eased his body on top of mine, pinning me to the bed. We stayed there for a moment, just catching our breath, and I could feel his heart pounding against my back.
Despite everything we’d been through, I felt like our relationship was only growing stronger and deeper as each day passed. He was supportive of my dreams, he took care of me, and, recently, he was finally starting to open up, one small bit at a time. And the sex we had just kept getting hotter.
In that moment, I knew that I loved him. I could only hope it was a matter of time until he realized he felt the same.
