couldn’t say I had been. That’s so unlike me. It’s even more unlike me to have rushed over here as quickly as I did tonight.
I feel his body stiffen, and my eyes snap open instinctively, pulling me from the thoughts I shouldn’t be thinking about while Alex is driving into my pussy with relentless force. I don’t know where I conjure the energy from because I’m utterly spent, but I don’t want to miss the magic. And watching Alex come is pure magic. The look of ecstasy that overtakes his face is like a work of art. I’ve never looked into someone else’s eyes as they came. I never cared before. But I do with Alex. Something is different about watching him come. It feels wrong not to witness the way his pupils dilate. The way the gold flecks overtake the green, giving those beautiful eyes a glowing effect. The way he moans my name as he loses control. A feeling of feminine pride surges inside me knowing I’m the one putting that look on his face.
I don’t think I’ve ever experienced sex like this. I’ve never really cared about all the touching and kissing. I’ve always been one to get right to business. A little bit of oral and then right to the fucking. Until that night. Now, I find myself enjoying the build-up he creates inside of me. I never know what he’s going to do next. The anticipation of his next move magnifies the sensations I feel, as well as the loss of the barrier. He makes this more about me than he does himself.
All of my sexual experiences over the last decade have been about the release I’ve been able to find for myself in others and vice versa. Having someone care and make me feel like the most precious thing in the world is exhilarating. Especially for someone such as myself, whose father is always telling her everything she does isn’t good enough.
Being with Alex is so much different than any other man I’ve ever been with. Most men just enjoy what they can get from my body. Alex likes to find out what my body enjoys. He gets satisfaction from my arousal. And I fucking love it.
“You alive over there?” Alex asks after he catches his breath.
“I think so,” I murmur. Sex with this man is like an hour in the gym. He lights my whole body up. Making me feel him in places I didn’t know I could.
“That’s good. You eat dinner yet?” he asks, turning his head to me. I came to his house right after work. Our schedules conflicted for a little bit, so we hadn’t seen each other for over a week. The minute I got through the front door, we were all over each other. I’m not even sure if we exchanged hellos.
“No. You?” I ask, turning to look at him.
His stomach answers for him in the form a growl, and he laughs. “No, I haven’t. You in the mood for anything in particular?”
“No, whatever you want is fine with me,” I answer rolling onto my back and closing my eyes.
“Okay, I’ll order something. Italian good?”
I nod my agreement.
“You want to shower or are you just going to nap until the food gets here?” he asks as he drops his feet over the side of the bed and grabs his boxers.
“I don’t know yet,” I chuckle, not knowing if I want to lie here and revel in my contentedness or get up and clean up.
“All right, I have some reports to look over for work, so I’ll yell when the food gets here.” And he heads out of the room leaving me to my own devices. This is one of the things that works for me. There’s no push from him. Everything is laidback and go with the flow. There’s no pressure for anything. He’s not kicking me out, and he’s not begging me to stay.
I detangle myself from the softness of his dark blue sheets and pad to the shower. Alex’s cum drips down my thighs as I turn the water on, and a smile spreads across my face. Wiping his cum with my finger, I bring it to up to my face and stare at the mixture of our attraction to each other. I’m not sure what it is I like about it.
It almost reminds me of the first time you have
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