was bliss, an experience created with only Mecca. This wasn’t sex. This was a mind and body trip into Mecca’s world. Once she had me seated as deeply as I could go, she sat in place, her inner muscles contracting around my dick, making my heart palpitate desperately against my ribcage while I fought to keep eye contact with her.
Her hand slid from my face and across one of my shoulders as the other glided around my neck, cupping the back of my head. Even her hand tracing along my skin enticed a reaction, pulling pleasure from every pore.
When she waved her body in a hula-hoop motion, burying my dick deeper while massaging it in her snug caress, I thought I would die. I choked on pleasure, coughing to get air into my body.
“Shit. Mecca. Fuck, that feels good.”
A deep inhale of pleasure stopped the breath that was in a hurry to get out. This woman knew how to unlock a special kind of ecstasy that drove me wild, and kept me craving more, wanting more, and never wanting her to stop.
Captivated, my body blended with hers and had me falling into the grooves of her rhythm and following her hot juicy flow. She had set off a fire that was coursing through my veins and leaving a trail of pleasurable heat in its wake. My fingers sank into the flow of her movements, the touch relaxing my body but not easing my mind.
“You’re so wet. Jesus, Mecca.”
“You’re so deep, it’s making my pussy cry. And throb. And ache. Fuck, I can’t get enough,” she cried with a heated whisper. “It hurts, but it feels so good. Makes no fucking sense.”
We enjoyed the sensual dance, our energies swirling, our bodies indulging in the untapped resources we each discovered in the other. The sight of our mingling skin tones produced an erotic swirl that went straight to my head and spiked my arousal.
We were building a lifetime together because me being inside her, was the peace I never expected to find. She was the greatest source of power on earth with the ability to make me vulnerable, to make me feel, and to make me care so deeply I would do anything for her.
“Shit. Shit. Fuck!”
She sped up the rhythm, riding me so hard and deep I was starting to suffocate on the pleasure racing through me. Ass groping, hips rotating, pussy clenching, dick jerking, back bowed, face stressed, body tensed, and mouth hanging open in awe.
My fucking balls had pulled so tight, I was afraid to let go for fear they would release and stop my heart.
“My lovely pussy. I’m about to come.”
“Me too. Mr. Good Dick,” she whispered hot against my neck as her riding rhythm increased to a maddening tempo. The grip I had on her plump ass was so tight, my hands ached and I was sure she would end up with my fingerprints permanently tattooed there.
I thrust upwards and shoved her down harder on my dick, increasing the tantalizing friction that stroked every sensor I possessed. I stared at her in rapt awe. “You’re not just fucking my dick, baby. I feel you everywhere.”
“Arjen, I’m there, baby,” she cried. Her rhythm slowed and her pussy spasmed around me and snatched me off to heaven with her. I synced with her rhythm, riding into paradise, with my head thrown back, and my lips parted and paused on whatever word was stuck on my tongue.
She had dragged me so deeply under, I wasn’t sure if I was making a sound because all my senses were spent and burning in the flames we created together. Our harsh breaths livened up the aftermath of our explosive passion.
“I’ve never come that hard in my life,” she whispered. Those were the words of encouragement every man prayed to hear during sex.
“Me either.” I gazed at her so deliciously naked and spread across me.
“I’m convinced that your body was made for me, your pussy my paradise.”
A tender kiss was brushed across my lips before her arms went around my neck. She pooled her strength and poured it into the embrace she wrapped me in. The closeness was giving me a peek into another aspect of a relationship that I didn’t think was for me.
I returned her caress, allowing the intertwining sensation to consume me as the notion hit that I was taking part in a level of intimacy I never expected to cross my path.
We stayed locked in the embrace for minutes, breathing