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“I’m good,” she said, her hands drifting up my chest.
I leaned down and kissed her. “Just ‘good’?” I asked, hoping it was better than that for her.
A huge smile crossed her lovely face. “The best,” she said, and it felt like she’d reached in and squeezed my heart with her soft, tender touch.
Those two words she’d just whispered to me drove me insane—sparking something deep inside of me to surge forward harder, take her deeper. She didn’t complain one bit. Instead, her back arched, tilting her hips, and clenching my cock harder than before.
Gigi whimpered as I went even faster, her breasts jolting violently with each of my thrusts. It was quite the sight. I leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. Her breathing hitched and she gasped as her legs tightened on me.
I switched to the other side, licking and gently nipping at her impossibly hard nipple. That was when I felt her walls constrict even more on my dick. “Are you close, baby? Are you going to come? You’re so fucking tight around me,” I hissed against her breast.
“Oh God, Beau, I’ve never come like this before,” she gasped, sounding completely out of control.
My mouth found hers, and I kissed her. “Do you trust me, Geneviève? Do you trust me to make it good for you?”
She gazed up at me, her eyes seemed to waver a bit before settling and saying a breathy, “Yes.”
“I promise I’ll take care of you. Let go when you want. I’m right here and there is nothing more I want in the world than to feel your hot, tight pussy come on my cock,” I said, and right after that—exactly right after that—I felt her pulse like crazy all around my hard, throbbing, dick.
Gigi was coming. Fuck, was she ever. Her head flew back and her neck arched as every muscle in her body held me tight. A few seconds later, I came inside of her, letting out a guttural moan that sounded foreign to my ears.
It was a fiery, fierce orgasm, making me feel drugged as I continued coming in long, shuddering waves. When it was mostly over, I glided in and out of her, enjoying the small twitches of pleasure Gigi stole out of me. I relished the feel of our sweaty bodies still moving slowly against each other. Her tits brushing against my chest, tempting me to start all over again.
Finally, I stayed planted inside of her, tenderly kissing her lips as she emerged from her own orgasm. “Geneviève? What the hell was that?” I chuckled, licking and tasting her even saltier skin now.
“It was good, right?” she asked, her voice betraying the fact she wasn’t totally sure.
“Good? G, that was fucking dynamite, honey. I knew we were going to be great together, but that was mind-blowing.”
She hugged me tight with every muscle she had. “Thank you,” she said, her voice sounding shaky and shy. Wetness formed at the corners of her eyes and trickled down.
I moved my thumbs to quickly swipe her tears away. “What’s going on? Are you all right? Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she said, her voice hitching in a half laugh, half cry, “quite the opposite. You made that really good for me.”
I shook my head as I scanned her face for clues as to why she was crying. “We made it good, G.”
Her head shook vehemently back and forth, more tears falling. “It’s never been like that for me, Beau. Not ever.”
“It’s never been like that for me, either, Geneviève,” I said, knowing she probably wouldn’t believe me. I’d had a lot of women, and she knew that. Hell, the whole world knew that. Being with her was something so completely different, it was on a separate plane altogether.
“Beau, you don’t have to say that—”
I held her chin with my fingers. “I’m telling you the truth, G. Yesterday, you asked me for honesty, and I just gave it to you. And I always will. Your pussy is like—it’s made out of—fucking magic,” I said on a long exhale. “The way you grip me and squeeze me so tight. Not only that, but the way you move, and let yourself go. It’s all amazing. Watching you come around me, so hard. Damn, you put on quite the show, baby.”
She stopped crying. “Magic pussy?”
I smiled, kissing her neck, loving the vibrations going through me from her laughter. “I’m not kidding,” I said into that spot that made her sigh every time I kissed her there. “In fact, if you and your magic pussy aren’t doing anything at the moment—” I said, rolling over onto my back as I held her close, keeping our connection. “Why don’t you two get started on the next round?”
“I think we could do that. With your help?” She snickered, placing her hands on my chest. Her hips did a slow, languorous slide up, then an infinitely too slow slide back down.
My hands found her gorgeous breasts. “I was planning on it. Get to work, Martin,” I said teasingly, bucking my hips up, making her eyes roll shut.
Then she got to work.
And her pussy was just as magical. Maybe even more so.
