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Her hand stills on my cheek and I see that my words have affected her. The moment between us feels important, serious, having far more weight than it should based on our brief acquaintance. I hold my breath because I don’t want to ruin it. Because I know I have to wait for her to realize this thing between us is not a fluke.

She shakes her head, as if jostling herself out of a trance, and her lighthearted smile is back. “I think you owe me the second part of my wish,” she says and starts to scoot backwards on my bed, her finger curled in a come-hither motion.

There’s a tug at the base of my dick. It knows it’s go time.

“Do you want me to get a condom?” I ask, still standing next to the bed, looking at her naked form splayed in the middle of the bed, her hair a honey-colored shroud.

“I know I should say yes...” she says

“But?”

“But I don’t really want to. I know I’m being stupid and I shouldn’t trust you and you shouldn’t trust me, but for some reason I do. And we already fucked without it once and I still have the implant... So unless you’re sleeping with anyone else, I think we’re good.”

I ask her to scoot toward the center of the bed, then I get on all fours and bracket her from all sides, holding my weight off her. My knees straddle her hips, my palms are set by her shoulders. I lean down to nuzzle her neck. “Of course I’m not sleeping with anyone else. Now that you came like that on my face, I don’t think I will ever want to sleep with anyone else.”

I can’t believe the words that came out of my mouth, but they’re true. They are true, even though it makes no sense that they would be.

Liz grabs my head and looks me in the eye. I feel the tug of our connection in my chest.

“You feel it, too?” My question is a whisper.

Biting her lower lip, she gives me a small nod. She suddenly looks uncertain, shy, but her eyes never leave my face.

I spread her thighs with one of my knees and settle between them, and I lower myself on my elbows on top of her. I slowly rock my hips, sliding my dick between her lower lips, coating it in her arousal. Her mouth opens, short pants escaping her lips, as we gaze upon each other, our faces mere inches apart.

“I want to feel you inside me,” she whispers.

I nod, fist my dick, position it at her entrance, and thrust to the hilt. She clamps around me like a vise, and I swallow hard. For a moment, we’re both motionless, connected in every way that two people can be.

“This is ... intense,” she says.

I just nod as I slide one hand under her ass, tilting her pelvis up a bit, and I sink a little deeper. She lets out a choked cry.

Everything in me wants to fuck her into oblivion. I might be shaking a little with how overwhelming the need is. But I don’t want to cut this thread between us, destroy the bridge made of real magic that we create together.

Finally, she pulls my head down into a kiss, and I start to move. She meets me with every stroke, her arms banding around my torso, holding me close to her.

I let go of her pelvis and grab the back of her thigh, press it toward her chest. I spread my legs some, push one of my knees so it’s under her ass, right behind her raised leg. This gives me good leverage to thrust and get really deep inside her.

Her eyes are closed and head tilted back in pleasure, loud cries leaving her throat with every stroke.

“You look incredible,” I whisper, keeping my pace steady and my strokes long and deep. It’s taking me a lot of effort to keep this focus and not unleash what I really want to do upon her.

“This feels so good,” she pants. “You’re in so deep. But I need more ... something more.”

“Do you want to change positions? Want me to touch your clit? Slower? Faster? Harder?”

She opens up her eyes and says soberly, yet a little breathlessly. “I want to feel all your weight. I want to be swallowed by you until there’s nothing else around me. I want you to fuck me into oblivion.”

My groan comes out as a roar. Apparently, hearing my unspoken desire echoed back at me makes me roar. I wrap both her legs around my waist, slide my hands underneath her shoulder blades, palms up, and curl my fingers over her shoulders. Her arms stretch to her side.

I speak into her neck. “When I push into you right now, there will be nowhere to go but farther up my cock. Is this what you want?”

She nods. I can feel her trembling, and I’m shaking, too. We are both drenched in sweat, and turned on out of our minds, but it’s far deeper than physical. The softness around both our middles makes this a very snug fit, and the position is so hot and so intimate and so intense, and in the back of my mind there’s a question as to why I never felt this with anyone else. Why I never felt this with my wife.

I dig my fingers into Liz’s shoulders and thrust, hard. She cries.

“Am I hurting you?”