Pulling back from our kiss, my lips bruised from how hard we were kissing, I take in the gorgeous sight of his face. His eyes are so full of emotion that something breaks in my chest, something tense that I didn't know was there. I've never been so happy in my life as I am to see him look at me with love. Adoration, and love. I feel the same. I'm probably going to drool if I look at his perfect face any longer. I mean, I've never seen anyone as painfully handsome as him. The kind of pain that makes your pussy throb...yeah, I slide down on his cock, biting on my lower lip but keeping my eyes locked with his. I can't help but suck in a breath when the enormous head is inside my pussy. Magnus feels so good inside me. I let myself breathe, I take in the sight of his eyes narrowing because he's regarding me with lust, eyes hooded subconsciously and a fire flickering through them the dark orbs of his gaze. Looking at his face could be enough to make me cum. I can't help but shiver just watching him, watching me. I feel my pussy stretching, filling up with him. Slowly, teasingly slow, I lower my body onto his cock.
I see the power struggle in his eyes. Magnus has slammed so deep into me so many times and I know muscle memory alone wants to take over. That dominant, possessive vein that courses the hot blood through his body.
But right now he's along for my ride.
Of course, going slow is a delicious agony for me too. I need to feel his cock so deep inside me I can't breathe. I'm inhaling and exhaling slowly as it is. I focus and take deep breaths because the sensation of his cock filling me up is so much more intense then. The erotic pressure building in my stomach burns hot in my blood, my nerve endings tingling through my body. My legs shake—and he's not even all the way in me yet. I need him so damn bad, but I'm going so slow. I feel my pussy drip down his cock beneath me where I haven't fully swallowed him up yet.
Magnus moans, a needy sound. His fingers grip my ass harder but he uses what I imagine is all the willpower he can muster to not slam me all the way down on his cock. "Are you trying to kill me?" he asks in a breathier voice than he normally has, the tone huskier than normal, too.
"I'm stopping time so you're inside me forever," I say before I think about my words. That's the truth though. I'm taking a snapshot in time of him telling me he loves me, me telling him the same, and then consummating our love in a way that's so different from all the other times we fucked.
Yeah, I'm that girl right now. I'm so fine with being that girl right now. I'm the girl that's making love, fucking sweet and sassy and all that jazz instead of just fucking like the filthy animals we are.
Don't get me wrong, I fully intend to bring the filth.
But right now I'm savoring every sweet second. I sway my head to the side to kiss his neck. Lick his collarbone just as I'm slowly taking those last delicious inches of him. His cock jerks inside me, a sharp reaction to the need I've created in him. My body is filling up with him and there are practically stars behind my eyes, tasting him and taking him like this.
I roll my hips in an exaggerated, intense motion. The angle of his cock in my pussy is breathtakingly good, hitting me in all the right places. My inner walls are grasping him for dear life. I need to be able to hold him tight like this, all over. My lips press a kiss into his skin. I want to kiss him every day for the rest of my life. I crave the feel of his huge cock in me. The warmth of his skin around mine. The sound of his breathing, the feel of his heart. I lay my head against his chest and I sigh with the kind of contentedness that only love brings. I'm in absolute bliss right now. I keep rolling my hips.
Magnus's fingers press into me and bless him he doesn't take over. He lets me ride him and holds me tight to him all at once. He kisses the top of my head where I'm snuggled against him. I feel so safe in his arms. My body is supercharged with lust and it's burning slowly and deliciously through us both, leaving us in calm cinders and ash as the angles and continuing thrusts bring us both closer to cumming.
Like, we're fucking slowly, but you have to know that I'm still working that cock with everything I have. You know when you're fucking your man, you're owning that dick and making it yours? That's what I'm talking about, wrapping my pussy around him and making us both want to cry because it feels fucking good. The orgasm that builds with that is like lapping waves coming in with the tide. Each lap of the waves against our skin, the pleasure ever building, gets a fraction more intense until everything collides and crashes with us both.
My nipples pressing against his chest are becoming too much. Every time I roll my hips and close down on his cock more, my lips start to quiver a little bit more. I lift up my head and my eyes blaze at his, I feel the fire radiating from me. "Fuck me, hard," I say in a voice so quiet that it's almost a whisper. It isn't a request; it isn't a demand; it's a promise that when he fucks me hard like he does so damn well, I'm going to cum so hard it's going to shatter me. My eyes say it, my breathing says it, quickening with us.