I mean, really coming home. Like two souls finally finding each other. Finally together.
The way I now know how I felt that day after graduation wasn’t my imagination at all.
It’s destiny.
To think he’s felt the same since that one moment. Both of us are creating a better moment now.
Giving myself to him and Michael giving me more than his share of himself.
“Better?” he asks after a while, once I discover just what that space inside me has been missing forever.
I nod my head. Trying to say anything more is useless right now.
My mouth is full of moans, groans, and little sounds as we start to find the rhythm of what makes us feel more of each other.
I told myself he was too big, that he was too handsome, that this couldn’t be real.
It is real, though. It’s more real than anything I’ve had in my life so far, and as I start to buck against his stiff meat, it’s clear that I like it hard and fast too.
“Take me…Michael,” I stammer, feeling my climax growing with every thrust of him inside me.
His shoulders and torso seem to have swelled to an enormous size to match.
His entire body pumped once he rests his huge arms on either side of me.
Instantly granting my wish.
His lip curls with satisfaction. His eyes leave mine only to run over my naked, bouncing body under him like a second pair of hands.
“You’re so…fucking…perfect,” he groans, his head lifting back and his eyes closed.
I can feel his manhood inside me swelling bigger.
As if that can even be humanly possible, but his pace, growling, and clenched jaw tell me he’s as close as I am.
Both of us want this moment to last forever. But the need to share our climax is too much. His body jerks, and he swears, gripping my hips and what he can grab of my ample behind in one stroke. Thrusting harder, pushing so deep inside me until I feel my body yield fully to his.
I call his name as I feel my hands grabbing hold of him, the most intense feeling rippling from inside me, exploding like fireworks. Every cell in my body flushed with the feeling.
The world’s biggest orgasm, I could try and tell myself that later.
Then, in unison with my orgasm, I feel his release begin. He gives a series of low grunts and growls after he’s satisfied that I’ve come harder than ever for him.
My core fills with his seed as I feel his stiff cock flex and pulse inside me. My climax extended to something bigger than I ever thought could be possible.
He stays inside me for a long time, with no sign he’s losing any of that delicious hardness either.
“You feel like you could go on forever,” I note, hearing my voice shiver with a tone that isn’t arguing with the idea.
“I could fuck you forever,” he replies, stifling another groan as he relaxes his whole body into mine, turning me slightly as we lie together.
Still joined – a perfect knot of man and woman in the perfect bed. But, I know I’m not just a small part anymore of a perfect world.
I’m right at its center, and it feels like heaven.
Totally spent, I melt into him. His huge frame hugging my body. A perfect fit, just like he keeps saying.
A design I didn’t believe in theory but in practice?
He’s right. It’s like I was made to fit snug up against him, and he’s definitely made to fill me, support me and make me feel complete.
In the long silence before either of us say anything, I close my eyes and hear the sounds of our breathing become normal again.
His thick organ, eventually leaving me, makes me pout before I try to speak, but his lips are over mine. His hands on my body more than make up for it.
He gently rolls me over, playing big spoon as he hugs my body up against his.
The heat from his still swollen length makes me purr like a kitten who’s got its cream.
Feeling special in a different way as we both snuggle close. His stubbled jaw scratches at my neck as he kisses it.
Telling me everything I know he’s wanted to.
Telling me how smart, how beautiful I am.
How lucky he is to have finally found me.
My hands hold his over my heavy chest, which is just what hands his size need. Same for the rest of me.
“A perfect fit,” I echo, knowing it’s on his mind as much as against his body.
“What a birthday week,” I sigh. “Twenty years old, and now an employed, non-virgin,” I smile to myself. I feel Michael’s body flex as he props himself up on one elbow.
“Birthday?” he quizzes me, looking lost.
“Yeah, it was on Saturday…didn’t Jase say so?” I ask absently.
Knowing I’ve just had the best present ever, birthday or not. And by the feel of it, it’ll be a present I can get every day of the week.