He breath heavily. His body over hers. He looked down, waiting for a signal from her that this was the right thing to do. Her nude body underneath his was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
This is a body he knew from growing up. 19 years they had know each other. As children they showed each other their differences. That was when he first truly understood she was different from him. It was also when he realized that he never wanted anyone else.
She moaned underneath him. She whispered his name. She begged him for more, for him to fill her. He entered her, every thought of the past disappearing as he disappeared into her warmth. Their mouths locked on one another, he could smell her familiar odor that she rarely covered. Any other scent mixed perfectly with hers heightening the arousal he felt around her.
Her voice rang in his ear, he was a slave to her, wanted more and wanted more than that to please her. Her voice pleaded with him, goading his faster, wishing he go deeper.
He worked, he was losing his mind. It was all much more than he thought it would be. He kissed her mouth, her breasts, her neck before starting over. His breathing was ragged as he felt his body release. She cried out moving more on his still frame until she felt her own peak.
Sweet murmurs were shared between the two. She hugged him, kissing him deeply once more. He smiled, burying his face in her chest knowing that his 5 year old self was right, there was no other person for him. It would be a do or die, and there was no better situation he wanted.
Jasmine P.
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