I feel her pussy starting to flex down on me and snatch her face and twist it so her lips meet mine. I don’t want our orgasms to hit us without us kissing.
Our tongues meet, and our orgasms go off in perfect synch. My release explodes inside her, and her pussy flexes like a fist down on my erection, grasping away like it’s trying to keep me there, just like the first time we did it five years ago.
I slump down on top of her, pinning her down on my desk, breathing heavily, my heart pounding inside my chest.
I don’t need a million dollars. I don’t need a private jet.
If there is a heaven, this is it.
“Have I ever told you that I love you?” I ask, a smile on my face.
Tilly smiles back, gently caressing my face. “Maybe once or twice.
“Well, I feel like saying it again,” I chuckle. “So I love you, angel.”
My feelings for this woman are like a source of inexhaustible energy. I don’t know how it’s possible; I just know that it is. I just know that when I look in her eyes, every terrible feeling in the world goes away and is replaced withher.