I never thought that being with a woman could be this special.

But, God, fucking Ashley was extraordinary. Something out of this world. And to think that I’m her first man, that no one else has done this with her… What have I done to deserve this opportunity? Seems like God has decided to favor me.

"What are you thinking about?" Ashley asks me as she steps out of the tub and wraps a cotton towel around her naked body. I watch her as she does it, smiling as I take in the perfect curves of her body. Just looking at her is enough to make my cock twitch. Yeah, I’m almost ready to go again.

"Thinking of you," I say and, the moment the words leave my mouth, I almost regret saying them. I mean, I sound like a wuss. Who says shit like this? Maybe someone who’s in love, but that’s not me. I’m not the kind of guy to fall in love or any of that bullshit. I’m a realist. But Ashley … I mean, Jesus, Ashley is something else.

Pushing all these thoughts to the back of my mind, I get out of the tub and grab one of the towels hanging behind the door; drying my hair and chest with it, I then wrap it around my waist and follow Ashley to her bedroom.

"Liar, you’re just thinking of my pussy," Ashley tells me, spinning around and throwing me one of her delicious smiles.

"Well, that too," I reply. "I mean, after having a taste, it’s not like I can think of anything else."

"Oh?" Her smile widens and then she hooks her fingers on the towel. "So what happens if I do this?" She gives the towel a gentle tug and the fabric falls down from her body, and my heart tightens up like a fist as her breasts and curves reveal themselves to me. Yeah, I know I saw her naked just 30 seconds ago, but what am I going to do? She drives me fucking crazy… and she knows it.

"Well, if you do that, I might have to do the same." With that, I let the towel fall from my waist, my cock twitching again as I do it. Yeah, if she keeps teasing me like this I’m going to be as hard as a rock soon enough.

"Want to see how you fared back there?" she asks me, pointing with her chin at the bathroom behind me. "Or is that going to bruise your ego?"

"My ego can take it," I grin, taking one step toward her.

"Maybe it can, maybe it can’t," she replies in a heartbeat, turning her back to me and walking toward the nightstand. From inside it, she takes a tablet and taps the screen twice; as it lights up, she then taps it a few more times and the giant flat screen mounted on the wall facing her bed turns on. "Ready?"

"Show me," I tell her, turning to face the TV with one arched eyebrow. Even though I’ve done some crazy shit in the past, I’ve never been curious enough to record any of my sex marathons. I'd rather do it than watch it, but right now… I don’t know; I just want to relive that moment from moments ago. I want to see the expression on her face as my cock slid inside her pussy and robbed her of her virginity.

A few seconds later, the image on the screen trembles and both me and Ashley appear on the screen. She’s sitting on the edge of the tub and I’m kneeling between her legs, eating her out with gusto. I gotta say, it’s a bit weird to be watching myself on screen, but hell… We’re both looking good. Very, very good.

"Is it safe?" I ask her, looking at her and then back to the screen.

"Yeah, it’s streaming from my own private server. It’s as secure as secure could ever be."

"Good," I whisper, more to myself than to her. Right now I’m completely focused on what’s happening on the screen; in there, we’re already both inside the tub, Ashley’s ass pressed against my cock. I watch everything unfold in silence, my heart kicking and punching against my ribcage as I wait anxiously for the moment when I slide my cock inside her pussy. When that moment finally arrives, I even hold my breath.

Jesus.

I take a deep breath as I watch her expression on the TV, one of pure pleasure, and I feel my cock hardening and becoming as solid as concrete.

"Like what you see?" I hear Ashley’s voice from behind me, and she presses her naked body against me as I look back at her over my shoulder. With her round and perfect tits pressing against my back, she places both her hands on my chest and slides them to my abs, feeling each one of them patiently before diving further down. When she curls her fingers around my cock, I take another deep breath and feel lust well up inside my chest.

"I fucking love it," I breath out, and then turn around to face her.

"No ego bruises?" she chuckles, gently giving my cock a squeeze.

"No, not a change. I think my ego has just grown, actually," I shoot back at her, enjoying our little back-and-forth. More than being able to hold her own physically, Ashley also knows how to spar using her words. And I fucking love that about her. Well, to be honest, I don’t think there’s anything I don’t love about her.

"I think it wasn’t just your ego that grew," she laughs, once more squeezing my cock. Never taking her eyes out of mine, she lowers herself and goes down on her knees in front of me, my cock still in her hand.

Turning to the side so that I can look at the screen, I smile to myself, realizing that I would've never done this with any other woman. Knowing that there are cameras around to record me while I fuck her… but, even though I know there are cameras, I trust Ashley. Even though she could use the recording to bury me, I know she won’t. I feel it in my gut, and the world will come to an end before I stop trusting my gut.

"What are you doing down there?" I ask her in a teasing tone while, at the same time, my cock pulses hard against her fingers.

"What does it look like? I’m doing something I can’t do while standing up," she purrs and then she starts leaning into me, parting her lips and allowing her tongue out. She doesn’t look away from me as the tip of her tongue touches my shaft, and I can’t help but smile down at her, enjoying the way with which she’s handling me right now.

Taking her hand out of my hand, she then runs the tip of her tongue down the length of my shaft, going all the way down to my balls. Opening her mouth wide, she doesn’t hesitate and sucks both balls into her mouth, wrapping her lips around them and pressing with her tongue. I groan as she does it, pain blending with pleasure, and then I rest my hands on her head, running my fingers back and forth through her hair.

"I don’t know where you learned that, but you’re a fucking goddess with that mouth of yours…"

"Learned?" she laughs, my balls popping out of her mouth. "This is pure talent, it can’t be learned," she purrs and then, using only the tip of her tongue, she runs it from the base of my cock to my tip, doing fast and vicious circles around it.

I expect her to wrap her lips around my cock anytime now, but I guess she’s enjoying the way with which she’s teasing me right now. Instead of taking my cock into her mouth, she simply keeps licking my shaft, moving her head up and down as she goes. And, fuck, that alone feels fucking amazing.

And when she finally wraps her lips around the tip of my cock … I swear to God, I have to hold my breath and grit my teeth to stop myself from coming. I don’t know how she does it, but her lips and tongue surely were blessed by the gods of sex. And the rest of her body as well, especially that tight pussy of hers… Hell, now that I’ve tried it, I doubt I’ll find anything quite like it. No, I’m pretty sure of it, even if I make it my life’s purpose to fuck as many women as possible, I’m certain that I won’t find a woman that can induce such a maddening reaction on me. I mean, whenever I’m close to her, I just fucking lose it. The word ‘control’ simply loses its meaning.

I look down at her, my gaze meeting hers, and that’s when she starts pushing her lips down the length of my shaft. She goes all the way down, taking my cock to the back of her throat, and then climbs back up. Repeating that motion endlessly, she starts picking up the pace with each passing second.

When she starts going as fast as she can, she’s not even using her hands. No, her hands are on my ass, her fingers digging into my ass cheeks as she sucks my cock as if it were the most delicious thing in the world. I can tell that she’s pushing through the pain, her jaw and neck probably complaining from the effort.

When she takes a break, pulling back and allowing my cock to jump out of her mouth, she curls her fingers around my shaft and starts stroking him harshly. She does it as fast as she was sucking on me, each coming and going motion of her hand making me lose all semblance of control.

I tangle my fingers in her hair and yank on it, almost too harshly, but she doesn’t even seem to care. She just moans as I do it, and I can tell that she isn’t doing it for show—no, she’s moaning because she’s enjoying the moment, her whole body enjoying the way my cock desires her.

Taking her tongue back to my mouth, she uses its tip to circle my head, and then sucks on me for a while. I’m not a loud guy during sex, but now I can’t stop myself from groaning, the sound of my voice almost sounding like a moan.

Yanking on her again, I force her to stop moving her head and, allowing instinct to drive me, I start thrusting. Fucking her little mouth fast, I guide it and out of her at a furious pace and, judging by the look in her face, she’s loving every second of it.

Realizing that I’m close to the edge, I try to pull my cock out of her mouth, but she just follows after me and rolls her lips down my shaft. She does it all the way down, her lips once more brushing against the skin on the root of my cock. Then, losing all control (much as it happened to me) she starts sucking while she bobs her head back and forth, doing it so eagerly you’d think she only has a few minutes to live.

"Fuck, Ash," I groan again, throwing my head back and closing my eyes. I feel so close to coming and, yet, I don’t want it to happen before I ravage that sweet pussy of hers once more. Somehow, I find the inner strength to resist and, taking one step back, I manage to pull my cock out of her mouth. Stumbling back, my legs meet the edge of her bed and I fall back, sitting down on the mattress while I take deep breaths, trying to catch my breath.

Moving fast, just like a leopard closing in on her prey, she comes after me and jumps on top of my body. Without even giving me a moment to catch my breath, she places both her feet on either side of my thighs and squats over my cock; grabbing it with one hand, she keeps it pointing straight up and then lowers herself, sliding all of my inches deep inside her pussy.

"Oh, God… I never—I never knew sex could be this good," she moans, closing her eyes and jumping up and down over my hardness. She does it over and over again, the way with which she’s doing it tells me that she enjoyed her first time as much as I enjoyed taking her virginity.

And, fuck me, for a virgin girl she knows exactly how to handle a man’s cock. In fact, she’s better than all other women I’ve ever been with. None of them would be able to compete with the sheer force of nature that Ashley is. Her body is all made of fury, and her mind is like something that can’t be bent; these two things combine into something so perfect it almost hurts to think about. Wondering what that something is? Easy: it’s mind-blowing sex.

Riding me hard, she drives herself to the edge and then jumps off it without looking back, her inner walls closing in around my cock. She moans and then screams, her voice quivering as she comes and stops moving all together, her knees replacing her feet by the side of my thighs.

Still with my cock inside her pussy, I take the chance to roll to the side; still on the throes of pleasure, she doesn’t even resist. She simply follows the movement of my body and lies down against the mattress. Now on top of her, her legs laced around my waist, I place one hand on her face and look straight into her eyes as I start to thrust.

I do it slow and gently, wanting to enjoy the moment, needing it to last forever. One thing I can tell you: I wouldn’t mind being frozen into this moment for all of eternity. Some moments are like that; they aren’t to be rushed, and you know they’re going to leave a mark on you for the rest of your life.

And this is one of these moments.

Thrusting while I look into her beautiful eyes, I brush my lips against hers and surrender to the sweet embrace of desire. More than just lust, there’s a deep connection that we’ve forgot, something so strong that I don’t know if we can break it, even if we try to.

"It’s so good… being here with you," she whispers, an expression of happiness taking over her face. Stroking her cheek with my hand, I smile as her words reach me.

"It is… it’s perfect," I reply, once again leaning in to kiss her.

We keep on fucking at a gentle rhythm for God knows long, time losing all meaning around us. There’s no rush, there’s no pressure to get things done; we’re simply enjoying the present moment, embracing it for all it’s worth.

And that’s all it takes.

My slow deep thrusts inside Ashley’s tight pussy are enough to make my whole body tense up, and it doesn’t take long for my cock to start throbbing against her inner walls. Holding my breath, I make an effort not to cum, needing her to come first.

Lucky for me, we’re so in sync that, the moment my cock starts to pulse, Ashley is taken by an orgasm. Dragging her fingernails across my back, hard enough to draw blood, she then buries them deep on the flesh over my shoulders and moans against my ear, her body twitching as if she’s having a seizure.

The sound of her voice against my ear is enough. My cock pulses even harder and, no longer holding my breath, I simply submit to my body’s needs. I feel my seed burning its way up my shaft, and then I start gushing my whole load inside Ashley’s pussy. Not moving as I come, I let her moan against my ear as she lives through her orgasm, both our souls dancing together even though our bodies are frozen in place.

Only when my cock finally stops spurting all of my cum, do I allow myself to slide it out from her pussy. Rolling to the side, I simply collapse by her side, looking up at the ceiling as I try to catch my breath. I smile to myself as I realize that there’s probably a hidden camera somewhere in the ceiling, and that what we just did has been recorded as well. I must remember to ask her for a copy. What? It’s kind of exhilarating to see Ashley and I on the screen, so what? Don’t judge, lest you be judged. Or something like that.

Allowing my left hand to slide down over the bedsheets, I go looking for her hand. Finding it, I lace my fingers on hers.

"Thank you," I find myself saying, my voice just a whisper.

"For what?" she asks me, turning around on the bed so that she can look at me. I turn around as well, and look into her eyes for a long moment, gathering her thoughts.

"For being you," I reply, not knowing what else to say. As a reply, she simply smiles and squeezes my hand in hers.

I don’t even know why I said that. I’m not the kind of guy to go around saying romantic stuff, and I have no idea why I’m starting now. Sure, Ashley is definitely a special girl … but does that justify the way my heart skips a beat every time she enters the room? Or the way my cock becomes as hard as rock every time I glance at her body?

All I know is that, ever since I met Ashley, I’ve been dreaming of her every night.

If that’s a good thing or a bad one, I have no idea.