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She was getting close, and I was right around the corner too as the walls of her pussy began to strangle me. To the point my vision would blur.
“Oh god, Mal. I think I’m going to come,” she cried out. I immediately took that as my cue to place the heel of my palm onto her clit and circle around the bundle of nerves.
“Oh fuck!” She peered at me through hazy eyes as I continued my assault. “Oh fuck!” Her head flew back and on the next few firm thrusts, I felt her coming around me.
Hard and thorough.
She then took in a heavy breath, her face turning bright red in the process when finally she let go. “Mal!” she screamed.
I didn’t stop, though. I pulled every ounce of that orgasm out of her until her whole body began to quiver, sending me spiraling over the edge.
Every nerve ending, every muscle tensed, and on one final powerful thrust, I fucking exploded. Filling her with everything I had until I was drained, physically and mentally.
I couldn’t even keep my eyes from closing as the top of my head to the bottom of my toes vibrated from the magnitude of sensations I was experiencing.
Nothing compared and nothing ever would.
And when I finally found the energy to open my eyes again, what stared back at me was what I wanted to see for the rest of my life.
Until my very last breath.
Doe.
And the heart-pounding gaze that she was giving me.
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Blue’s Words
Blog Entry #9:
Is it okay to fall in love again after losing someone? Because I can’t seem to stop the feelings that he’s awakening within me.
When I’m with him, I feel so complete. I feel like I’m whole again, but when I’m without him, I’m reminded of why I’m actually here and how he doesn’t know the real reason for my being here.
How do I tell him that our meeting wasn’t a coincidence?
How do I admit to everything that I’m hiding from him?
Do I wait? Or do I risk the chance of losing him?
Iwoke up sore in all the places that had not felt that kind of pain in a long time. It was a good kind of sore, though. One that made me ache in remembrance of last night.
On a yawn, I stretched out my arm to find Mal, but when I came up empty-handed, the upper half of my body immediately shot up. The room was still semi-dark with minimal light pouring in from the windows, but I quickly noticed that Mal wasn’t sleeping next to me.
At first, I let my eyes adjust and once I could finally see clearly, I realized he left a sticky note on his pillow.
I then grabbed it.
Went for a run. Don’t leave, or I’ll come find you and drag you back home. I’ll be back soon.
-Mal
My mouth curled into a smile. I loved his possessiveness and his irrational behavior at times, but as I read the note back, the word “home” stood out.
Was he trying to say this was my home too?
