I put on the condom and positioned myself at her entrance, pushing against her. In one motion, I filled her. It wasn’t sweet, and it wasn’t slow, but I didn’t have a coherent enough thought to make this better. She gasped, clinging to me harder. I thought I should wait, but her hips moved, urging me to do it again. I pulled away and slammed into her again. The heat of her wrapped around me was everything I had hoped for, everything I never knew that sex could be.
The sigh that escaped her made a shot of ecstasy run down my spine. Everything was a blur of movement, and I knew I should slow down, make whatever was happening more special somehow, but some part of my brain was shutting off as the other part of it screamed for her. Her back arched as I buried myself deeper, and she let out a small moan. She didn’t seem to mind the pace, moving her hips and keeping pace with me.
I pushed deeper again, my body tightening until I broke. I came hard, not stopping as my entire body shook from the orgasm.
I kept going until she screamed, her body tightening around me as her nails dug into my shoulders. I leaned down, kissing her neck as she started shaking along with me.
Finally, I slowed, but I stayed buried in her. When I finally pulled back, I knew I was screwed.
Her big eyes looked up at me, and there was nothing in the world I cared about more.
There was nothing in the entire world that I wanted to look at again.
“Kye? Are you okay?” she whispered, running her hands through my hair and down over my shoulders, holding onto my arms for a moment before repeating the movement. “Is it bad? Are you hurting?”
I was definitely not okay, but not for the reason she was asking about.
Sex shouldn’t feel like this.
It should be horrible and painful, and I should be counting down the seconds until it was over.
It shouldn’t feel this good just being with her.
It shouldn’t feel any different from any other girl I had slept with.
But it was.
It was my heart shattering into a thousand pieces and coming back together.
A lump caught in my throat, and I had to set my head down next to hers just to take another deep breath, careful not to crush her with my weight.
“Kye, what’s wrong? We can be done, it’s okay,” she said, almost sounding scared, but I couldn’t say anything, knowing the sound of my own voice would betray me right now, so I only shook my head no.
She shuddered underneath me as I moved finally, lazily sliding back into her. Her eyes closed and lips parted, whispering my name this time.
She wanted to be here with me. It wasn’t someone else she was hoping for or thinking about. She moved underneath me, picking up the pace as she whispered my name again.
How did she manage to know what I needed? Every part of me was falling apart, and she was only ready to give me more of herself.
“What do you need?” I whispered, my throat so tight it hurt.
“You. This. Whatever second orgasm that is teasing me.”
I laughed. She was fucking perfect. I already knew she wanted to be perfect, but I wasn’t expecting her to be perfect to me.
For me.
I lifted her hips and moved faster again, loving every small moan and mumble of my name. I already came, but that wasn’t stopping me from doing this again and again.
I leaned back, bringing her hips up with me until I was nearly holding her up in the air.
“Yes,” she said. “Please, Kye, yes.”
I didn’t stop or ease up, needing every second of this. Her moans got higher until her hands wound into my sheets and her body broke free, shaking and pulsing around me harder this time.
I finally let myself go, slamming harder into her as her pussy clenched around me. By the time I stopped, I could barely breathe, her heavy panting matching mine. I knew this was the point I was supposed to pull away and clean us up, but I couldn’t move, staying buried in her.
“I’ve never had an orgasm like that,” she said, panting.
“Me either,” I said, regretting the words immediately.
She pulled away, my cock moving out of her as she did, so I followed, slamming back into her as she gasped.
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t want to be done yet,” I said, the words more threatening than sweet, but I had lost all control.
She laughed, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down, kissing me. “Then why don’t we clean up, take a minute to breathe, and do all of that again?”
“You’re staying?”
“I don’t know if I can make it home without collapsing. I don’t even know if I can make it to the shower without falling over.”
If I was going to get a night with her, I was going to take in every second. I would fuck up a lot of things in my life, but tonight wouldn’t be one of them. I finally pulled away and picked her up to carry her into the bathroom.
“Then prepare not to sleep because I don’t know how long it’s going to take for me to be finished with you,” I said, hoping that the answer was one night.
I was now praying to the universe that had never cared about me that this feeling would be over in one fucking night.
