I slipped my hand under her ass and held her close to me—making sure to hit all the places she loved.
“Do you feel that?” I asked while I watched the look of pure bliss cross her face.
Yeah, she felt it.
“Oh, God, Wes,” she said in between panting breaths, “Yes, it’s—it’s, oh, God.”
I absolutely felt that.
Her tight pussy clamped around me—and I knew she was there.
Right there.
So was I.
But I refused to miss the show happening underneath me.
“Come for me, Marianne.” I didn’t know how much longer I’d last.
“Yes, Wes,” she said, completely lost in the sensation of our movements.
When she cried out, I watched as it overtook her beautiful, glistening body.
I felt her fingernails dig deep into my back—and I couldn’t describe what a rush that gave me.
To know that I’d sent Marianne over the edge like that.
It was too much.
I let the same feeling overtake me—consume me completely.
The searing, molten hot love we shared finally reached its height.
I laid my forehead against hers. “Fuck,” I said, so grateful—oh, so fucking grateful to let go at last.
“I love you so fucking much, Marianne.”
Then I came.
Hard.
I growled out my orgasm, feeling my body shudder with each powerful surge of it.
Marianne clutched onto my ass—holding me firmly to her.
It was impossible to get enough air, but I didn’t give one fuck if I died right here.
Inside of Marianne.
It would be totally worth it.
Absolutely.
One hundred and ten percent.
After nursing the last of our aftershocks, I flopped onto the bed beside her.
“I think I died.”