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Brett pulls off his underwear, and his cock springs free, hard and ready for me. He crawls onto me again.
He pushes his cock against my entrance, and I hold my breath in anticipation. Slowly, Brett slides into me. The pleasure that accompanies his thick flesh when it fills me up is overwhelming. He pauses, buried to the hilt, and looks at me. I tremble, my breath shallow. His face is close to mine, body pressed against me, and we’re connected in a way we’ve never been before.
This is what it’s like to feel like someone is my other half.
Brett moves inside me, and I moan as he slides out of me and back in again, slowly. He plants kisses all over my face before he moves his hips faster and faster. Pleasure washes over me as Brett pumps into me. I wrap my arms around him, hands on his back, and dig my nails lightly into his skin.
Brett takes it as a sign of encouragement and he bucks his hips, fucking me faster. I close my eyes and get lost in the feel of him, the way he envelopes me, devours me, makes me forget everything but the two of us, right here, right now.
When I orgasm again, it’s incredible.
But I want more. Our fucking becomes raw and urgent. Brett pulls out of me, and I know what he wants. What I want to give him.
I roll over and push up so I’m on my hands and knees, my ass to him. Brett grabs my hips and guides his cock into me. I cry out when he plunges into me and starts fucking me again. His balls slap against my pussy, and the sound of our sex fills the room.
My breasts swing back and forth and I collapse onto the mattress when my arms give way. Brett hammers into me like a power piston and the feel of him inside of me, fucking me harder and harder, is incredible. Another orgasm grows at my center, and it doesn’t take long before I cry out and my pussy tightens around his cock yet again.
He groans.
“Fuck,” Brett bites out.
I think he’s going to orgasm, too, but then he pulls out of me. When I look over my shoulder, he lies down next to me. I climb on top of him and sink onto his cock. I tremble on him, my body on fire after another orgasm.
Brett looks up at me, and his eyes are different. They’re filled with need, but with affection, too.
When I rock my hips back and forth, I start slow. I’m almost raw after he fucked me as hard as he did. The movement is slow and sensual again, and I lean down and kiss him.
This time, it’s not about the sex. It’s about the connecting, the intimacy. It’s about being together, having each other. The sex just pulls us even closer together than we already are.
I move faster and faster, and my clit rubs against his pubic bone. I’m on my way to another orgasm, and so is he, if his gasping and groaning is anything to go by. But I don’t want the release because I need to take the edge off. I want to make him orgasm, and I want to orgasm, too, because I want us as close as we can get.
When I orgasm, I cry out and it pushes Brett over the edge. He jerks and pulses inside of me. I collapse onto his chest, and he wraps his arms around me. We ride out our orgasms together, and we’re so close, so connected, that I don’t know where I end and he begins.
After it’s all over and we’re next to each other in bed, our bodies numb after we took it all out of each other, Brett’s arm is curled around my shoulder. My head is on his shoulder and his heart beats against my cheek.
His heartbeat echoes my own—it feels like our hearts are next to each other, beating as one.
And in this moment, I’m not scared or worried about the future. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but after we’re this close, it doesn’t matter.
Nothing can touch us now.
