I’m making her come with just the tip of my cock.

It’s an awesome sight.

She wants me so badly that just the tip is making her come wildly. She’s moaning and grabbing onto the sheets. She’s clawing at anything she can find. She’s in another world.

I did that.

I’ve got her nicely primed because she’s come so many times already. And now I’m finally giving her what she really wants.

And it’s my cock she wants.

I push in a little further, and she goes wild.

“God, fuck yes. What are you doing to me?”

“That’s it, baby, just take it in slow,” I say.

I know I’m a lot to handle for any woman. Especially Katy because she’s so small. I’ve got her stretched out her max, and I haven’t even put it in all the way yet.

I sink it in deeper and deeper, and with every movement, she cries for me louder and harder. I wonder what the neighbors think? Fuck, I don’t even care.

All I care about is the fact that Katy is going fucking insane for me. It’s evidence of how much she’s wanted me all along. While she might try to play it off like she’s aloof, this moment of her going crazy for me is all the evidence I need to know that she’s as into this as I am.

I go in deeper, and I make sure to take it slow so that she can adjust to the size of me. I push in and pump out and repeat the process until I get her nice and opened up.

She’s arching her back and fingering herself, trying to help make it easier to take in my entire manhood. I know she’s faded into a world of coming and not coming so that she can no longer tell the difference. It’s all so fucking glorious.

I finally sink in all the way, and she cries my name.

“Fuck, I don’t think I can take it. You’re just too big.”

I don’t move but give her a moment to adequately orient herself. Once I get going, she’ll be overtaken by pleasure, and the pain will subside.

“It’s okay, baby, just take your time.” I try to soothe her.

I push it in deep and slide it out, and she’s moaning a guttural kind of sound. She wants it but it’s a lot. I get it.

And it’s my absolute pleasure to give it to her because I know this is what she really wants. She’d be disappointed with anything less.

She fingers her clit, and I feel the wetness start to surround my cock. I look at her tits and the way she’s splayed out across the bed, eager for only me, and it’s just too much for me.

I’m going to have to fuck her without holding back. There’s no other way for me now.

She’s so wet that I know she wants it. And I know she’ll be able to take it just fine, especially when I get going and establish that nice rhythm that will help her come again and again.

“This is it, baby. I can’t hold back any longer,” I say through gritted teeth.

I thrust into her deeply and it feels so fucking good as she tightens around my cock. Pressure builds up inside me and while I’m trying to think about her, all that’s really happening in my brain is the fact that I’m getting the sweetest pussy I’ve ever had.

She screams in pleasure, and I know she’s loving every second of it. I find that rhythmic pace, and I’m hitting up against her G-spot. I pull her up, and she’s hugging my torso, trying to manage the length of my cock.

We’re clasped together in an embrace that neither of us wants to break free from. I’m pounding into her, and she’s getting tighter around me. I lean down and kiss her beautiful lips, and at that moment, I know there’s no more holding back.

I gasp and pump my seed right into her, and it mingles with her own essence.

Our lips are interlocked, and both of us are just kissing each other and trying to understand this strange connection that’s taken over both of our rational minds.

I’m coming hard, and I’m practically in the cosmos.

So is she, I think. I can’t tell anymore whether she’s in the middle of an orgasm or just building up for another one. Women are so fucking lucky.

We hold each other and kiss like that for a long time. With our embrace, we’re saying everything that words can’t express.

Through the tender way our lips engage, we’re saying all the unspoken things that can’t yet come to light but have been brewing just under the surface.

We care for each other.

At least, I believe we do. I don’t know for sure that she cares about me beyond just the length of my cock, but I can’t imagine her being like this with any other guy. What we have is unique, and for me to be saying that…well, it should tell you a lot.

In a normal situation, I’d be cleaning up by now and trying to usher myself out of the door. But instead, I feel comfortable here in Katy’s apartment. I feel like it’s where I’m meant to be. Wherever she is, is where I’m most at home.

When I’m not with her, my thoughts are about her. I constantly wonder what she’s doing and if she’s safe. I might be possessive, yes, but it’s only because I care.

She finally pulls away from my lingering kiss and says, “That was so good. Am I right? That was the best you’ve ever had, wasn’t it?”

I slide out of her at last but lean down for one more kiss. The taste of her is erotic.

“Yes, baby, that was fucking good.”

She gets up, and I watch her delightful, heart-shaped ass go to the refrigerator. She gets us a couple of beers. And good thing, too, because the cool liquid is the perfect antidote to squelch my beating heart still on fire with lust for Katy.

She sits down next to me on the bed, naked. I look at her and just enjoy the sight of her beautiful body set against the austere apartment.

She’s beautiful. She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever known. And I’m so happy that I get to be the one to fuck her.

She cracks open our beers and says, “To us.”

We clink bottles, and I take a long sip of the Heineken.

I lean back against the many soft pillows that line her headboard. And then I say, “Katy, I just don’t understand you. You have absolutely no furniture or decor of any kind, and yet your bedding is top-of-the-line. What’s with that?”

She laughs at my statement, and I take in the moment to see the way she lights up. I would do anything to make her happy, to see that smile flash across her elegant face again and again.

“You noticed,” she says. “I just have a thing for bedding. I can’t sleep unless I’m super comfortable. I like to feel like I’m floating on a cloud.”

She’s right about that, for sure. I can tell the sheets are at least a thousand dollars. They mimic the ones I have in my penthouse.

I’m thinking this cash comes from her hacking jobs, but I can’t help but wonder that, if she steals so much money, why is she not living in a greater state of luxury?

I think about what happened today, going to that poor part of town with her, and I realize that to Katy, money just doesn’t matter.

Except when it comes to sheets, that is.

I love that she seems to know and understand the real side of life. Nothing about her is phony or fake.

She’s a far cry from the women I meet, the models and actresses who are out and about at the clubs of New York. It’s a totally different scene from the women painted and plucked, wearing the latest fashion, thinking that the superficial bullshit is the best part of life.

That’s not the way I see it, and I can tell it’s not even close to the way Katy does.

Maybe it’s the fact that she hasn’t yet revealed her true identity to me. In fact, I’m not sure she ever will. That’s a conversation for another day.

But I know that Katy has substance and that she can hold a conversation―and to me, right now, all that combined with her impeccable beauty is the perfect potion for me to fall in love.