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The one that would send me to the moon.

I rolled my shoulders, arched my back, and ground against the length of his thick shaft.

Oh fuck.

The tip of his dick rubbed against my g-spot. I closed my eyes and exhaled heavily. While I got lost in the feeling of his cock against the most sensual spot I possessed, his hands kneaded my boobs with perfection.

Firm enough that I knew who was in control, but not so harsh that it was uncomfortable, he squeezed my tits masterfully. Every few seconds, he’d pinch my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and when he did, a tingling sensation ran from my boobs to the tip of his perfect cock.

I lifted my hands, arched my back further, and reached for his ankles.

Oh my fucking fuck.

Fuck yes.

Don’t. Fucking. Move.

My eyes rolled back so far it hurt. My lips parted slightly. “Don’t. Change. Anything. Don’t move.”

With my legs spread so wide I ached, I forced my ass against his thighs. The smooth skin of the head of his cock continued to torture me, grinding against my g-spot. I moved my hips ever so slightly, sending an electric shock through me with each movement.

I bit against my lip and closed my eyes.

I felt myself reaching climax.

Like a volcano preparing to erupt, the pressure built within me until it could build no more. And then, at that instant when the act of fucking goes from physical to spiritual, his cock swelled.

My pussy contracted, clenching it like a vise.

His breathing became labored.

“I’m going to…”

“So am I,” he breathed.

Together, magically, we reached the brink.

I felt as if I burst into a million sensual pieces, showering the room with emotion. I wanted to cry, scream, dig my nails into his flesh, and die, all at the same time.

Instead, I opened my mouth and said nothing.

Because I wasn’t able.

I was frozen in time. It only lasted a nanosecond, but I was frozen nevertheless.

Almost as if I was hovering over him, looking down upon his climactic finish, I watched as he erupted inside of me.

His jaw stretched wide, and he let out a growl with the intensity of a powerful beast. His eyes met mine, and he smiled a shallow and slightly guilty grin.

As countless micro-orgasms shot through me, I collapsed onto his chest, incapable of holding myself up for one more second. I remained motionless for some time, and then raised my head from his shoulder and looked him in the eyes.

I knew he enjoyed it just as much as I did, but he’d never admit it, and that saddened me. I wanted to hold him, hug him, and tell him how good it felt to fuck him, but I didn’t dare.

I wasn’t some sappy weirdo who was falling in love after fucking him twice. In fact, I was far from it. But I liked him. I liked looking at him. I liked fucking him. And, I loved how his cock made me feel. I wanted to get to know him, and in doing so, allow him to get to know me.

I wanted to do all the things he wanted me to do, each one without instruction. I wanted to know his deepest of desires, and hoped I could satisfy each one of them.

Yet.