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I don’t thinkI’ve ever made love before. I’ve had sex. Man, have I. But made love? I mean I learnt a long time ago that being the lead singer of the world’s hottest rock band and having a permanent girlfriend are not two things that can ever go hand in hand. And normally I’d say why would it? Why would you want it when you can have a new beautiful girl every night begging for your cock and screaming your name. But this? Being with Ali. Here. Together. Something about this feels different.
As promised, we’re in my bed and as promised I fucked her so hard, we were both seeing stars within minutes. Her pussy is so soft and so goddamn tight I really don’t think I’ll ever get over it. She is fucking everything. I’ve always been known for my stamina, but I’ve never been hard again and ready for round two so damn fast. That’s after she’d sucked my cock dry in the living room too. But I guess we’ve been waiting years to do this, so it all kind of makes sense.
She’s underneath me and she’s moaning into my ear, her legs are spread wide, and my thrusts are slow, almost painfully dragged out. I feel like I’m savouring her, like every single jut of my hips is bringing us closer together and is a moment to be treasured. Kept close to my heart. I take her soft lips in mine, sweeping my tongue in to taste hers as I thrust in slowly again. We were so eager the first time it was animalistic, but this is somehow more beautiful, sexier. She’s writhing underneath me, her hips meeting mine. Stroke for stroke but it’s not ferocious anymore. We need this, we’ve needed this for so long. Because I need her in my life. That much is so obvious it hurts like a knife to my chest.
“Max…” she moans my name as I drill into her some more, trailing kisses down her jaw, her neck until I find her nipple and slowly tease the tiny pink point with my tongue until it hardens. Her neck drops back, and she lets out a loud cry as her pussy tightens on my dick, milking me and hearing that noise has me unable to hold on. My own climax comes crashing over me as I spill inside of her again. Coating her walls. Claiming her. Chanting her name loudly, the way I’ve always wanted too as I grunt out my release.
“Angel,” I moan once more as I place a chaste kiss on her lips.
“Max,” she whispers my name, as if it’s a confession and I smile as I roll off of her and onto my back. I’ve never felt this light, this content after being with a woman. Maybe that’s because I’ve never been with the right one. Ali is the right one. I know it. Does she know it? I don’t dare look over at her in case she’s looking unsure or regretting what we’ve just done because I don’t know if I’ll be able to live with that.
I continue to stare up at the white ceiling, listening to our breathing. I’m not sure my legs will work even if I wanted them to move away from this bed. I listen to her make a soft moaning noise as I feel her body curl into mine, her hand resting on my chest. Over my heart and if it’s not beating faster than it ever has before that would be a miracle. I want it to stay there. I want her here. In my bed. In my house. In my life. I want her smile when I wake up. Every damn morning. My hand reaches around her shoulder, so she’s nestled in, and she kisses my chest letting out a short breath. I want to hold her like this forever, neither of us wearing a scrap of clothes. But my eyes feel heavy, my heart feels light and my smile wide. I let my body fall into a contentment I didn’t know I was capable of feeling as I drop off to sleep with my arm still tightly wrapped around Ali’s shoulders.
