Her trembling intensifies with her moans. Her thighs flutter, trying to clench, but my weight keeps them apart.
I take her nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it. My hand moves to the waistband of her sweatpants and pulls them down, along with her panties.
I pull back just enough to take her in—her body spread beneath me, ethereal. I rid myself of pants and boxers, my gaze never leaving her.
I’ve never had faith in anything divine. But if goddesses exist, they’re pale imitations of the woman lying before me.
I pull my shirt over my head and cast it aside. I need her skin against mine, without any barrier of clothes.
I want her skin fused to mine, to crawl inside her and never leave, but I can’t. So I’ll settle for this: her against me, nothing between us.
I grab her thighs and pull them apart, settling them on either side of me like before. My mouth waters at the sight of her open, glistening pussy. I force her thighs wider, haul her up against my mouth, and feast on her. I lick all around her lips before sliding my tongue inside her tightness. She gushes more sweetness onto my tongue as it fucks her small hole.
Her sweet cries ring through the living room, the scent of us filling the air. This is exactly how I imagined it, how I dreamed it.
Her thighs shake harder. She fists my hair, riding my tongue. She’s getting close, so I pull away.
She cries in protest.
“Salvario.”
I ignore the burn the name brings in my body and position my throbbing dick at her entrance.
“Wrong name, baby,” I groan, lowering my body onto her, pushing my tip inside. “I don’t remember Salvario. Without memory, he’s nothing more than your past lover.” I trace her parted lower lip with my thumb. “And I don’t want this beautiful mouth to say any other man’s name when...” I push all theway inside her. She cries out, her head rolling back, her eyes squeezed shut. I pinch her chin and force her to look at me. She watches me with teary eyes. “When your pussy is being filled withmycock.”
She’s so fucking tight. I’m about to come without even moving.
I pull out a little and push back in slowly.
“Now say my name.”
“Hunter,” she moans as I pull all the way out and push all the way back in.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” I pull back out.
“You,” she cries out as I thrust faster.
“What’s my name?” I groan as she clenches around me with my increased speed.
“Salvario. Hunter.”
I capture her parted, swollen lips, sliding my tongue deep inside her mouth, fucking her faster.
She’ll learn. Learn to call only my name. Learn to love only me.
She digs her nails into my back, scratching my skin. Her ass moves with me, finding her own rhythm. Her back arches off the floor, her eyes roll back, her whole body shudders violently, her tight cunt clenches around me, milking my cock. My face drops to her throat as load after load of my cum fills her pussy.
I don’t remember ever coming this much, but then again, how could my hand compare to her? I could only ever get hard watching her through the camera. If she wasn’t in front of me, my body refused. And now? After knowing what it feels like to be inside her, my hand is worthless.I’m fucking ruined for anything that isn’t her.
I stay inside her long after we both find release. I just don’t want to leave, don’t want to move a single inch away from her. I only do it so I don’t crush her. I collapse onto my side, gatherher against my chest, then roll onto my back with her on top of me.
She presses her head to my chest.Can she hear how my heart is beating for her?
“I love you,” she sighs.
“I love you too,” I whisper.
She lifts her head to look at me. “You do?”
