of skin my mouth can find. I’m so consumed with how good she feels that I barely hear her moaning and panting. It’s like the chorus to my favorite song. Windsor’s song. She tilts her hips and meets me thrust for thrust, like we were made to fuck each other. Skin slaps as I change the pace, a pace I know she loves because she’s holding onto my ass to keep me moving.
She turns her head searching for my lips. I kiss her while I fuck her. I’ve never done this before. Well, maybe before I knew what it meant. It feels good. Her tongue licking my tongue while my dick is inside of her makes me feel connected to her in some different way. She’s not a bag. Windsor isn’t a one-night stand with a wet hole and fake tits. I love her. I fucking love her.
Against my lips she moans, “I’m coming, Mav.” Well, I’ll be damned. All it takes is three words out of her mouth and I’m about to snap. Her face isn’t frenzied like it usually is when I use my fingers or mouth to fuck her. It’s different.
“Come for me. Come on my dick. I want to feel you on me,” I say, making sure I keep my dick moving at the same speed. I want this to be perfect for her. I try to think of every uncomfortable situation I’ve ever been in to keep from coming too early. Windsor grabs my ass and pulls it toward her, causing my dick to go all the way in, and then she explodes around me.
No amount of picturing horrible things can stop me when I feel her grabbing me like a vice grip over and over. I let go. I live in the damn moment because it is an epic one. The best one so far. Her head is thrown back and her face is beautiful in this state of ecstasy. I lean down and put one of her pink nipples in my mouth and I come. It tears from me like a fucking fountain, finally flowing after a century of sitting stagnant. My eyes fall shut and I ride the waves of this feeling, with Windsor still screaming my name underneath me.
My dick finally stops twitching and her pussy isn’t clenching me every other second, but I don’t pull out. I want to stay inside her as long as humanly possible. I want this to be where my dick is every second of every day. I don’t think three times a day will be enough to satisfy this hunger I have for her.
“One word,” Windsor whispers as she drags her hands through my hair. Love. Love. Love. I love everything about what just happened, about what is still happening.
I heave a sigh. “Finally,” I admit. She laughs and the sound makes me even more delirious with love from my new position. It’s like I’m inside of the sound and inside of her at the same time. “Your one word.”
Her hands stop moving. Her breaths stop. She’s going to tell me she loves me. She has to. I know that was just as mind bending for her as it was for me. “Ruined,” she finally says, laughing.
What. The. Fuck.
Before I can ask what the hell that means, she says, “I know why every girl you’ve had sex with is obsessed with you. You are like a sex God, with your big cock and perfect sex manners. You ruin it for all the other men in the world.”
“Sex manners?”
I feel her nod against me. “It’s all about me. I didn’t have to do anything and you knew exactly what to do. Was it as freaking fantastic for you as it was for me? I have to say, I’ve been thinking about sex with you for a long time and it’s even better than my brain could concoct,” she explains. I feel her gripping my dick. A few more of those and I’ll be at full attention again in no time. She’s wondering if sex was good for me? Was she not in the same room?
“Windsor, I had to think about horrible things so I wouldn’t come the second my dick slid home.” I lean up on my elbows and look into her eyes. She smiles a half smile. “That’s the first time I’ve had to do that. That’s for sure. That,” I say, pushing my dick inside of her a little more, making her eyes flutter