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Her indecipherable moans, the wordless noises that come from deep inside her, the tense vibrating of her body, grip me and suck me into her orbit of ecstasy.

It’s like I’m feeling what she’s feeling. I find my hand going to my cock reflexively and stop it, lifting myself up, I rise to capture her mouth and let her taste what I’ve been tasting.

“Oh my god, Trick. You’re so unbelievable, so giving and⁠—”

“So hungry to be inside you.”

“Please.”

She watches me while I grab a condom from her bedside table where she stashed a supply.

“Let me…”

I hand it to her. Who am I to deprive her?

She gives a shaky smile and it’s my turn to watch her as we move so she can slip the condom over my twitchy, barely under control cock.

I clench my jaw.

“You’re… dripping.” She lifts one side of her mouth as if she’s proud of her accomplishment.

“Guess you were right. I’m easy.”

Pressing her back down to the bed, I hold her and roll her on top of me until she’s straddling my hips.

“I suppose you want me to impale myself with your cock now?”

“Makes sense.” I keep my eyes on hers and keep my jaw clenched. “How about right now?”

I lift her hips and place her opening above the tip of my cock, then lower her in one long stroke. Her eyes widen, her mouth opens, wordless as my hands shake and pure pleasure simmers through me, feeling her envelope me with her snug heat.

“Fuck, that feels good.” A shudder goes through me and I don’t dare move, gathering myself for a beat.

“So good,” she murmurs, moving.

I clamp my hand on her hips again. “Not yet Sugar Lips.”

She smiles. I ease up.

She disobeys, rising and plunging back down on me so hard my eyeballs roll back in my head and my balls nearly explode.

I’m gone. Re-gripping her hips, I move her and she lets me control the pace as I grunt, sweat dripping with the effort to hold back, concentrating on her face.

But as she moves up and down over me, leaning forward, lost in the moment, her breasts bounce, moving like miraculous mounds of pleasure, the motion jiggling the pliable round flesh.

“Oh my god, Fi.. Fi…” I let out a growl that comes up from my balls as I thrust and let go, gushing my load and pumping as pulse after pulse of pleasure and cum leaves me.

She screams my name and collapses onto me, holding me tight and we whisper into each others ears. I don’t know what I’m saying. I hear her soft words of praise and return them.

We’re like mirrors, in tune, the same, two connected parts of a whole.

I open my eyes and turn us onto our sides. When she smiles and opens her mouth to say something, I cover it it with a kiss.

There’s only one scent better than fresh brewed coffee in the morning. Nothing beats the lingering scent of sex in the air, in the sheets and on her body as I turn to her. I’m awake before Fifi, but I don’t disturb her, content to stay in bed while I wrangle with the return of reality crowding out my pleasure.

There will be a hella fallout to deal with today.

She finally opens her eyes and groans. “It’s morning already?”