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I knew it from the minute I walked down the stairs before our date.
This was big.
This was mammoth.
This was so colossal, it might mean forever.
“I’m ready,” I replied.
His gaze grew even more hooded, his face got soft, he swooped in and kissed me as he caught between my legs and started to inch in.
I knew immediately that Javi was big all over.
He gave me more; I expanded to fit him.
More, I adjusted, my legs tightened around him, and I got wetter and hotter feeling the material of the trousers he still wore against my calves. There was something both sweet and dirty about that, me being naked wearing only my heels, Javi only having pulled his pants over his behind to get inside me.
More, I whimpered, he groaned, I clutched at him inside and out (and he groaned again).
More, and he had me, I had him.
We were complete.
Yes.
Complete.
I knew Javi felt the same when he ran his nose along my cheek until his lips were at my ear.
And there he said only, “Yeah.”
He was correct.
Yeah.
He started moving.
He’d done it.
We’d done it.
It was exactly what we both wanted.
It was special.
It was perfect.
It was unforgettable.
The early morning sun shining down on my guy lying on his back in his bed, his hands gripping the cheeks of my behind, my lady parts filled full of his boy part, I did what I did best.
I bounced.
I bounced some more.
I did it harder.
I did it faster.