the place where his cock met her pussy.
“It’s beautiful,” he muttered as he watched himself fuck her.
“You’re beautiful.”
She felt beautiful. She let her hands trail down his strong back to
his muscular buttocks and let her nails dig in lightly. She wanted all
of him.
“You open up for me.” He spread her legs further and shoved that
last inch in.
Meg had never been so full. This was connection. This was what
she’d missed all of her life.
He leaned forward so his pelvic bone ground against her clitoris as
he swiveled his hips and panted. His long, dark hair flowed all around
her. It tickled her skin, making her feel like he was touching her in a
hundred spots. Then, only one spot mattered as he pushed himself
deep one last time.
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This time Meg didn’t hold back her moans. She groaned as he
stiffened above her. She could feel his cock pulsing deep inside her,
jetting his cum toward her womb. The orgasm rolled across her,
leaving her trembling as he fell forward against her body.
She wrapped her arms around him. She could feel his heart
beating against her breast. He nuzzled her neck. His cock was still
inside her pussy, and if she could sleep that way, she would. He was
everywhere, all around her. She never felt so safe.
He rolled off her, and she could feel his disappointment.
“I lost my head at the end, love.” He spoke through clenched
teeth. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I know I keep saying that,
but I mean it. Did I hurt you?”
Meg turned her back to him, so he wouldn’t see her face.