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She’s wet for me. Ready. Which is good because I can’t hold back anymore.
I free my cock and slide it between her legs, replacing my thumb and making her purr again. She’s shaking slightly, her whole body thrumming. I know she wants this as much as I do.
She gasps, moans, whimpers and purrs louder as I push my cock into her heavenly warmth. At first she tries to run, like always. I stop her by gripping her hips. She doesn’t really want to run. And I’ll go slow, as slow as I can. She knows that.
I push deeper, entering her inch by inch, her pussy gripping my cock tight, her purring moans tickling the inside on my chest.
Kitten, I used to call her. But that’s not right. She’s a tiger. A lioness. She deserves a more fitting name. I just haven’t come up with it yet.
Soon I hit the wall inside her and give her a few fast jabs that make her writhe and moan louder as she opens up. Like those gorgeous flowers of spring she reminds me of.
Then I wrap her long, soft hair around my fist, pulling her head back and making her arch her back, making her take all of me. She shudders and gasps and whimpers some more. But she takes it.
I can’t do slow anymore and neither of us wants me to. Her hoarse moans, the welcoming arch in her back and the way she’s braced against the wall.
I start thrusting into her, faster and faster, going deep, pulling out long. I’m close and so is she. But there’s something I need her to hear first.
I pull her closer by her hair and lean down.
“You know how I feel about you, Harper,” I whisper into her ear. “You know there’s no one else for me but you. Never was and never will be. But that doesn’t mean we should be together.”
Then I thrust my cock deep into her and don’t stop until her moans turn into tiny hoarse little screams and her clenching pussy is sucking me dry, giving me a better orgasm than anything I’ve ever felt or dreamed of.
And then even that thought is lost to the fog that is the fiery pleasure that is Harper coming on my cock.
11
Harper
I take his hand once it’s all over and only tiny bubbles popping remain of the pleasure we shared and lead him back to bed. His words echo in my mind, his promise of undying love and devotion, which I know is the truth of how he feels about me and grow louder as he lays atop me, kissing me deeply and hungrily like I’m the only thing he desires in the whole wide world.
I am. I know that.
And I’m perfectly happy, more than just happy, ecstatic, to live in this fantasy where that is enough for at least a little while longer. I wish it could last forever. And today, it will.
I’m never as whole and complete as when we’re making love. Kissing and caressing him, his strong hands on me, pinning me down, making me his, taking what I willingly give yet he doesn’t want to keep.
He even tastes like the music he inspires me to create.
Every kiss, every caress, every flick of his tongue against my nipples, my clit, the softness of my belly and thighs is a note, a sound, a word. By the time he’s lying on his back and I’m on top, guiding his cock into my pussy, it’s all almost a complete song. All we need now is the chorus. And even that comes together as his cock hits that special spot inside me, the pleasure building and building with each thrust, bubbling up from deep inside, popping in a flood of bliss and all that is perfect and good and exactly as it should be.
His eyes are fixed on mine, deep green like the forest canopy with tiny specks of the sun shining through. We’re the only two people in the world. And our love is all that matters here. The only thing that matters.
I let myself get pulled into his eyes, let them pull me in all the way to our forever which only really exists when we’re giving each other to each other like this. When we’re joined as one.
I lean down and kiss him just as I can no longer hold back the orgasm that I know will be strong enough to take my breath and my sight and all awareness of everything and it’s only fitting I close the circle.
He comes too, just as I do, because even that we share perfectly.
And when reality comes back I will tell him this was the last time.
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Jax
She fell asleep in my arms, her soft, warm breaths tickling my chest, her even breaths the perfect lullaby for me too. I promised myself I’d only rest for a little bit and then wake her so we can make a plan.
But the room is dark when I wake up and the sky beyond the blackout curtain on our window is grey with twilight when I wake up. She’s sitting in one of the two plastic chairs by the window, only half her face illuminated by the failing light outside. She’s completely motionless, staring at her hands, like a statue, like the most beautiful statue that I’ve ever seen. But still just stone.
