Page 84 of Losing a Piece of Me

My dick presses against her folds, threatening to slide into her wetness before I am ready. She wiggles her hips against me, trying to slide onto me, but I pull back and look at her. “Why are you in such a hurry? I want to take my time with you.”

I allow myself to slide against her again and the feeling shoots chills down my back. I want nothing more than to bury myself in her, but not yet. I want her shaking with need for me like I always am for her.

I rub against her while my lips trail kisses across her body. Her nails dig into my back while she tries pulling me into her. Finally, I stop resisting. I allow myself to slide deep inside. Just her heat and pressure wrapped around me make me want to go off, but I refrain. I grab her thighs and hitch them higher while slowly moving in and out of her.

I thrust in, roll my hips, and slide out slowly. I repeat the process, moving slowly but precisely. I can feel her tightening around me, preparing for her release. I can feel mine building as well, threatening to spill over.

I hold it back a little while longer. I don’t want to quit, I don’t want to leave her warmth. I want to stay inside her forever. With one last roll of my hips, we both find our release together. Her nails dig further into my skin and scratch down my back. Her legs tighten around me as every muscle inside of me tenses when I shatter inside of her.

When I pull away, we’re both spent. I lie by her side and hold her close as both our hearts and breathing return to normal.

I don’t know how my life would’ve turned out if I never would have turned on the radio in Pops’ diner that day, but I know I would be lost right now if it wasn’t for her.

She was my everything.

She always had been.

Now and then, it’s always been her and me.

Forever.

The End