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“My turn,” she tells me.
She kisses me hungrily, her hands all over me. I kiss her back, matching her passion. She breaks the kiss, moving down my body.
“On your stomach,” she commands.
I obey, flipping over. She nudges my knees apart. I can hear her squeezing more lube onto the dildo. I grip the pillows, bracing myself.
She slowly pushes the dildo inside me, making me moan. It’s big, but it feels amazing. She starts moving it, slow at first, then faster. She leans over me, her breasts pressing against my back.
“You like this?” she whispers in my ear.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, I like it.”
She fucks me harder, deeper, hitting all the right spots. I’m lost in the sensation, in the pleasure. I can feel another orgasm building, a big one.
With her weight on top of me and the dildo in me, there’s not much I can do but move with her, submitting to her rhythm.
It’s the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me, feeling her in control, owning me. I’ve spent my whole life having to stay in control. I didn’t know how much I wanted to hand it to somebody else, just for a while. I love it, I love her.
“Valentina,” I cry out. “I’m close.”
She reaches underneath me, finding my clit and burying her face in my neck. “Come for me, cariño.”
That does it. I come with a shout, my body shaking, my vision blurring. She doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down. She keeps fucking me from behind, extending my orgasm, making my head swim.
When I finally come down, she pulls out the dildo, discarding it. She kisses my back, my shoulders, my neck. I turn over, pulling her to me, kissing her deeply.
“That was…” I can’t find the words.
“Incredible?” she suggests.
“More than that.” I caress her cheek. “It was perfect. You’re perfect.”
She blushes. “So are you.”
We kiss again, softer this time, sweeter. We’re both exhausted, but satisfied. We cuddle under the blankets, our limbs entwined.
“I love you,” I whisper, my eyes closing.
“I love you too.”
“We should wash up. I read it on the internet.”
I feel her chuckle against my skin. “Of course you did.” She pushes herself up. “Come on. I’ll clean you up and you can clean me up.”
“We could run a bath,” I suggest, my mind already full of bubbles and warm water.
She hums in agreement. “I like the sound of that. It’ll be good for the soreness.”
I pout. “I’m not sore.”
She laughs. “Give it time. You’re going to feel it.”
“I don’t care,” I say, standing up. “I’ll do it all over again.”
She wraps her arms around me from behind, her chin on my shoulder. “Me too. I could do this forever.”
“Me too,” I agree, turning to face her. “Let’s go take that bath.”
