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My words cause her to shiver with what I hope is pleasure, and as her pussy grips my shaft, I know she’s not far off. I stare down into Alyssa’s beautiful eyes, and it hits me that this is a pastime I could get used to. I have the urge to do this every morning and night for the rest of my life. If only with her. As if one taste, one feel of her was enough to make me become an addict. It’s one addiction I’ll never try to combat.
The urge to bring on her release is primal, raw, and it’s not long before my tempo increases, our bodies becoming slick with sweat as we move in perfect harmony. Even this first time, we’re already so in sync, as if we’ve done this countless times.
That’s how it feels with her. We click in every way, right from the very start.
Desperate for her pleasure, I rock and roll my hips in order to create friction against her clit. I’m so damn close, but like hell I’ll come again before she finds her release. Apparently on the same page, and she pulls me in deeper and her legs tighten around my waist, silently encouraging me to go harder. Faster. To take her to the edge and push her over. That’s precisely what I do, and I’m quickly rewarded moments later when her walls tighten all around me, encouraging me to finish her off.
With one final, forceful thrust, I send her over the edge of bliss. Her entire body momentarily tenses up beneath me, and her pussy clenches me like the world’s strongest vise, bringing about my own release. I spill into her and groan as she milks every last drop from my cock.
I watch with rapt fascination as Alyssa sinks back into the pillow, sated and satisfied. She bites her lower lip, and fuck, the look on her face has my deflating cock growing again. If it weren’t for the fact that this is her first time, I’d be raring to go already. Instead, I settle for watching her, enjoying the sight of post-orgasm Alyssa. She looks completely and utterly spent. And well fucked.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I lean down and capture her lips in a long, languid, lazy kiss. Her arms lightly wrap around my neck, and when I pull away, she smiles up at me with sleepy eyes. I’ll never forget this night. I’ll always remember the sight of her at this moment, lying beneath me after making love for the first time. It’s a sight I want to capture on film, but instead, I place my forehead on hers and gaze deep into her eyes, committing her to memory.
“I could get used to this,” I admit, wondering if she’d be open to the idea of us seeing each other in Atlanta.
Not that she knows I even live there. So I push the thought aside. I’ll tell her the truth in the morning. Tonight’s too special to get into all of that.
She grins back at me. “You and me both, Shane. At least we have an entire week. I may be sore for days. But it was soooooo worth it. That was amazing. The most incredible experience of my life. I had no idea just howgoodit could be.”
I press my lips to hers and promise with a smile, “This was only the beginning.”
For the first time in my life, I actually think I’m looking forward to the morning after.
