I fisted his jet-black hair and pulled him as close into my body as I could. He fell against me, his cock hardening and his lips ready to explore me. He slipped our clothes off without tugging or ripping. His hands didn’t paw at me like they usually did; they smoothed softly over my stomach, my waist, my hips. The movie dragged on in the background, swallowing our sounds as we lay there naked on the couch, dinner long forgotten about.

He hovered over me, his light blue eyes igniting with fire and love, with a passion I’d never seen in his eyes before. His muscles rippled along his body, and his smooth skin was pulled taut over his edges. I trailed my fingertips down his chest. I let them rumble over his washboard abs. My nails softly traced the lines that fell to his groin, to the thick girth that pulsed, waiting to be encased by me.

“I love you so much, Clay,” I whispered.

His lips fell to mine, and our worlds collided. I slid my toes up the backs of his legs, feeling his strength give way to me. His body blanketed me in warmth. His lips kissed every inch of open skin he could touch. He sucked at my shoulder. Kissed my pulse point. Left hickies up and down my breasts, and I moaned and begged for him.

“Clay. Please. I need you,” I whimpered.

“I’ll always need you, Ira. Always,” he breathed.

He sucked at my tits and lapped against my nipples until my clit pulsed with need for him. His hands traced down my waist, stopping at my hips and pinning them to the cushions. He kissed down my stomach, nibbling at every piece of excess and tracing my stretch marks with his tongue. Never in my life had I felt as beautiful as I did than when I was underneath his body, feeling his tongue against my skin, feeling his cock throb with need for me.

He growled. “There’s my dessert.”

I giggled as he nuzzled against my dripping slit.

“Clay, I—”

My words caught in my throat as tears rushed my eyes.

“What is it?” he asked.

He rushed up my body, his eyes connecting with mine as my dripping pussy lips caught his cock.

“I love you so much, it—”

He nodded before he bent down, capturing my lips. He moved his hips back and inched his cock head down to my entrance. He eased into me effortlessly, my heart slamming against my chest. With each inch my pussy swallowed down, my heart soared. Floated. Pierced through the clouds and filled my body with a fullness and a happiness I couldn’t explain.

“I know, Ira. I know,” Clay murmured against my lips.

I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my face into his neck. We moved as one, rolling and thrusting as I coated him in my juices. He fisted the couch. The frame of the furniture groaned underneath his soft assault on my body. My legs locked around him, and my nails dug into his back, hanging on for dear life as I breathed him in, tasted him with every kiss I afforded his body.

“Sweet heaven, Ira. You feel so… fucking—”

“Faster. Go faster, Clay. Please.”

His thrusts became slams, and his slams became pounds. Soon, the sound of skin slapping skin overtook our groans and wails of pleasure and ecstasy. My juices dripped down his shaft. His cock filled me in ways I’d never felt before. He throbbed against my walls, forcing moans up the back of my throat. He grew thicker by the second. My nails raked down his back, pulling growls from his throat that made me shiver with delight.

“That’s it. Right there, Clay. Right there. Right there. Oh, yes. Clay. Clay! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Please!”

“Never. I’ll never stop. Ira—holy shit. Yes. I’m coming. I’m coming. Ira.”

He growled my name before his face fell to my tits. I grabbed at his hair, pushing him into my curves as he sank his cock against my throbbing walls. My body shuddered, and my legs locked out. My pussy milked his cock, drawing from him threads of come that painted my wet walls. I gasped for air. Stars burst in my vision as Clay marked my tits with his teeth, over and over again, adding a mark for every jet stream of arousal he pumped into my body.

I collapsed against the couch, pulling his massive body with me and taking in his warmth and security and comfort.

I wrapped my arms around him as our scent swirled around my head. His cock stayed sheathed within me, connecting us as we caught our breath. I kissed his shoulder and nuzzled into his neck. He hovered over me, our foreheads connecting in exhaustion.

I smiled lazily while gazing into his sky-blue eyes. I took in his beauty. His charm. His perfection.

“I’m the luckiest girl alive,” I whispered.

Clay captured my lips, trapping them in a long, soft, sensual kiss.

“Had you said ‘person,’ I would have had to correct you,” he murmured.

“Why?”

He slowly inched his cock out from between my legs before pulling me into his arms and into his lap.

“Because I would have had to tell you that I was the luckiest person alive,” he said.

“I love you, Clay.”

“I love you too, Ira.”

And in his arms, with the movie blaring behind my back, dinner stayed forgotten about.