We find each other again, eventually. Our waves of intensity slowing down but there’s still a ton of aftershocks, making us both gasp, giggle and I can see another silver tear in her eye at one point, which I kiss away.
“I love you, Ashlee,” I tell her without hesitation. The words seem like nothing compared to the feeling, but I have to tell her. I need her to know.
“I love you too,” she whispers, still clamping down on me and still keeping me hard.
A hardness I’ve never known, but one I know I’ll have for a while yet, until I’ve made her come so many times on my cock we both forget and sleep for a week afterwards.
That’s what it feels like
While I’m still inside her, she shimmies her way around, turning to face away from me and I pout.
“I wanna see you,” I protest, but catch on once I notice the huge mirror opposite the bed.
“And I want you to fuck me like this,” she growls. Her own rough tone making my dick twitch, getting a notch harder and ready to go again in an instant.
Ashlee’s a shy girl, low confidence… I get that. We’ll work on that.
But boy, does she know how to fuck and she’s not afraid to tell me how she wants it.
“I love you… and I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll squirt on my cock,” I tell her, making her hum with satisfaction, already gyrating her hips on me, our shared climax just the beginning of our first time together.
Something I know I’ll treasure forever.
“Mine,” I growl, and she only hums louder in agreement as I study her face in the mirror.
She’s trying to watch me, but her eyes keep rolling back as she focuses, working her internal muscles and flexing her hips in time with my body, wanting to give me as much pleasure as I know I’m giving her.
I’m watching her though, all of her. My hands on her hips, pulling her towards me with each stroke and letting one, then both slide up onto the small of her smooth back.
Her skin is so soft, so smooth. I could glide my hands across it all day, but the sight of her bent over forward in the mirror. Her huge chest rocking into me as she pushes herself back onto me…
I hear myself moan louder, I can’t believe what she’s doing to me. It’s incredible.
It’s time for her to turn the tables, commanding me to come inside her, even though I know I want to go longer so she can come again.
“I wanna feel you come inside me,” she purrs. “I want you to fill me with our babies, you can make me come anytime… right now I need you to come inside me Tony… Tony!” she suddenly gaps, gripping the sheets with both hands and growling like a she-wolf, heaving back up against me so fast and hard I have to grip her by the hips again.
Promising to give her what she wants.
What she needs.
Shifting myself forward on my keens, I feel like I’m deeper inside her than I thought possible, and her sudden low moan lets me know I’ve found a new pleasure center, opened up only after such vigorous fucking.
Her whimpering sounds try to tell me again, only getting half the word out. “Come… me… -ony…”
Her words, her tightness flexing over my hardness like nothing else, it’s time.
I feel myself coming and I swear out loud, telling her I love her with each pulse of the rising exchange between us.
Circling herself firmer and slower, I feel her starting to shudder for a third time, both of us collapsing on the bed.
I stay inside her, clutching her close as she assumes the little spoon position while I stroke her hair back, kiss her neck, and tell her she’s mine and that I love her.
I never thought I’d be able to tell anyone that I love them, but then again I just met the only one I ever will.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Ashlee
I’ve never felt so safe. Never felt so satisfied either.
I’m glad I never met anyone else who wanted my virginity. I’m glad I kept myself pure so I could give myself to Tony.
To think of all the women in the world who would give so much more than their virginity, or anything else to get what I have now.
Hearing him tell me he loves me, and being able to tell him the same right back… it takes away all the fear and uncertainty that’s plagued me my whole life.
I’m not even worried about Stacy anymore, or the stuff I left at her place. What used to be my home.
I am home now, in Tony’s arms is the only place I’ll ever call home from now on and I just know he feels exactly the same.
I try to stay awake, try to have a mumbled conversation with Tony about something I don’t even remember… but I fall asleep.
Totally spent, exhausted but with a huge smile on my face I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep, only waking to the sound of running water.
Reaching behind me I feel a jolt of panic when he’s not there.
I sit up, my brain foggy and my body pulsing with a pleasing ache that makes me remember what happened.
But where’s Tony?
I examine my feelings for a moment, and realize I’m not frightened anymore, just curious as to where he’s gotten to.
His gift to me, inside me, which I hope will grow into our children is forever.
I won’t die if he’s out of bed for ten minutes, probably had to use the bathroom.
Stretching out and yawning, I don’t even feel like I need to know the time or even what day it is anymore.
I roll over as soon as I hear Tony whistling to himself, making me smile and feeling foolish for even entertaining a doubtful thought for a second.
“I’m running you a bath,” he says with a sly grin, only serving to broaden my own