I cry out from shock but also…oh god, that feels unbelievably great. I return his thrust by rocking into him.
I have him inside me, but it’s not enough.
It’s not even enough that he’s worked his way into my mind, under my skin. I want…everything. I want to wake up next to him and take walks in the woods, even though I hate hiking. I want him to hold my bag while I’m shopping for sexy panties to wear for him. I want him to think of me the moment he wakes up and be the last thing I think of before he goes to sleep. I want us to finish each other’s sentences. I want all the selfish, silly things.
I surrender to the rocking and thrusting, the squeaking of the bedsprings, the moaning, and the labored breath. His movements are so powerful that I am having trouble holding on.
Ozzie sees me grasping around for purchase, and because he’s the most thoughtful man on the planet, he takes action by gripping my ass and telling me, “I got you, baby.”
The next thing I know, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, and I’m wrapped around him. The pure blind grinding rhythm catches my clit in the friction. When he finally jets into me, filling me with his cum, I’m spiraling into another rocking orgasm.
This time, I’m happy to be pretzeled up with him, pleased that he’s still hard and nested in my cunt, his warm essence spraying inside while I crank down so fucking hard.
“Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit,” he says, his cock spurting hot cum into my hole.
I murmur complete gibberish as I ride out my orgasm, clutching him to me, scratching at his back, nearly taking a bite out of his shoulder.
This man, his love, and his power are enough. More than enough.
I’ve got him.
I’m beginning to understand what it means when people say that love is all you need.
I finally feel like whatever happens next, we’ll end up okay.