Sliding into Whitney is like coming home. She’s perfection wrapped in thorns, but the reward is so incredible, you’re willing to risk the sting.
I know I won’t last long in the tight heat of her body, but I will not fucking come until she does one more time. I take my time, savoring every thrust and pump, pretending this could be the last time, even as I tell myself it can’t be.
Her inner muscles flutter around my cock, telling me she’s close. Her breathy little sighs turn into moans as my balls tighten, and I know I don’t have long.
When she clamps down on me and screams my name, I let go, unleashing the most intense orgasm I’ve had since her.
No one can compare to Whitney. Not then. Not ever. And this time, she’s mine for good.
After we clean up, I wrap my arms around her and hold her for hours before falling asleep. Every moment feels precious when you know what it’s like to lose the person who matters most.
For some reason, with Whitney, every time we’re together feels like time is always moving too fast. Always running out.
I fight sleep, not wanting to close my eyes, but I eventually succumb.