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“I love you,” he moans, his breathing heavy, the weight of his words sending even more blood pulsing between my legs.
“Love you,” I reply, encouraging his kisses against my throat, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
He’s kissing my neck still when he starts undoing the buttons on my pyjama top. His mouth follows as his fingers work them open, his lips on the thin skin of my chest, then the valley of my breasts… and as the buttons are conquered, he moves the material to the sides and holds my breasts in his hands, staring into my eyes, smouldering.
“Shall we go to bed?”
“I want you,” I moan.
He hikes me up into his arms and as we’re on our way to the bedroom, I let my pyjama top and robe fall down off my arms, dropping to the floor somewhere.
On my bed – which is mine, nobody else’s, because I bought it new for the flat – he joins me. While he’s kissing my breasts, I push my hands into the back of his loose bottoms and hold onto his bum. Eventually working his joggers down, I sense his cock break free, its heat searing through the cotton of my pyjama bottoms. Paul groans into my mouth, holding me tight as he kisses me deeply. Suddenly he’s moving into position, his joggers halfway down his legs and his erection pushing against the crotch of my last item of clothing.
I rock with him as he kisses me, hungry and yearning, his face set with pain and anguish and desire. As he captures me, his cock rocking my clit through the cotton, my cheeks burn and I pant with longing to come. He leans down again and pulls my nipple between his teeth, tugging, then laving, and again, back and forth.
I’m about to come when he kisses his way down my body, tugging at my pyjama bottoms as he reaches my hip, which he kisses and licks, simultaneously uncovering my pussy.
All at once I’m naked and he wraps his arm around my thigh, kissing the sensitive skin on the inside of my leg, nipping and licking.
“Oh god, Paul,” I moan, the thumping pulse in my clit driving me wild.
He lifts up and looks down on me, splayed and rubbing my heavy tits, anything to console me.
“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he exclaims, and I’m given no time to prepare as he dives right in, flicking his tongue against my clit until I come, so quickly, shaking and screaming his name.
He climbs over me but before he gets into position, I make him stop and he lets me look at him. I reach out and caress his thick, hard cock, extended from his body and pointing right at me, hanging there heavy but still risen and mine.
“Promise me you’re mine, Paul. Promise me, and we’ll get through it all together.”
He gifts me with a small smile and looks entirely peaceful when he says, “I’m yours.”
He lies on my body and I open my legs wide, welcoming then harbouring him, my legs wrapped firmly around his back. Paul’s eyes sear into mine as our noses touch, then he takes my hands and twines his fingers around mine, pushing my arms above my head.
He lifts slightly and slips into me, oh so easily, breaching my entrance and stretching me open deliciously, the heat of us, together, taking my breath away.
“Oh, god,” he groans, and he shakes against me as he moves slowly, tipping in and out of me. “I need you so much.”
I realise it’s the first time we’ve had sex sober… and I realise it’s the first time I’ve ever seen him sober… in a long, long time.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, sensing I’m elsewhere.
I kiss his mouth and wrap my arms around him. “I need you, too.”
He kisses me and carefully fucks me, and I search his eyes, seeking the man I love, the one buried under all this, because I know he’s in there. I know he’s mine.
Paul puts his hand over my heart to feel it beating hard and sighs, lowering his lips to the same spot, then straying to my nipple. I slide my hands down his muscular back and hold his arse again, driving him deeper into me, rocking with him and arching into his drives.
I know he can make me come like he did before, through penetrative sex alone.
“I know you want to, Paul.” I know what he’s thinking and I want it, too – to be fucked like I’m his plaything.
He takes to his knees, throws my legs over his shoulders and fucks me deep, hard and fast.
My insides grind around him until, with the flick of his thumb over my clit, I come gushing, fountains of desire spewing up from out of me – foreign, strange screams leaving my mouth. He continues and makes me come and come, the bed soaked beneath me, and at last he crushes my cervix and explodes deep inside me, his fire making me alive, satisfied.
We curl up together on the dry side of the bed and hold one another tight. I like it when he pulls me into his chest so tight, I can hardly breathe. I slide my leg around his body and grip him like a vice.
“Well, we christened the new bed,” I say with a chuckle.
