"Sanders," I exhale his name, not realizing I was holding my breath as we walk into my Midtown apartment. I can't help it, I'm anticipating him inside me again and...that's everything right now. I have a need for him unlike anything I've ever known.

"Yes, Stacy?” Sanders says, tucking his fingers under my chin and tilting my face up to look into his eyes. "What is it, doll?" His voice is gruff, I hear him holding back lust like a wooden wall might hold back a raging sea.

We're both swept up in our need for each other with a torrential passion matched only in each other. The way that Sanders makes me feel leaves me breathless.

"Take off all your clothes," I say, pressing my hand to his chest. The feel of his firm pectorals under my palm sends shivers through my body. I look into his eyes, feeling them hood with lust, feeling my own eyelashes sweep over my cheeks. "I want to ride you. I need to feel you inside me." My lips part.

I watch his face. His eyes blaze with need. Sanders grits his teeth with the absolute need overtaking him. Tangling his other fingers into my hair, he crushes my mouth to his. Deleting the space between us, his tongue sweeps over mine and erases any other thoughts that I might have had. I need his kiss the way he needs mine. Our tongues dance like reunited lovers. We trade breath and heartbeats. My hand is trapped between us, crushed between my soft breasts and his firm chest. I feel our heartbeats thundering together against my hand. I imagine a trail of electric love pulsing from one heart to another, forever entangling us. We are inseparable. Our hearts beat in the same frenetic rhythm, keeping time with our kiss and rushing our blood through our bodies for what moves us.

More than lust, we need to claim each other. Kiss until the world stops turning.

Well, and fuck until we both black out, fall asleep, and do it all over again.

I nibble his lip, pulling back my tongue and grazing my teeth over his lower lip. I hold it for a second and then let go, breaking our kiss.

"Please?" I say, my voice soft as tissue paper. I wonder for a second if he heard me, but then I remember that there's no one quite like the human weapon that Sanders is. He tears off his shirt, slides his belt off so fast it snaps, tears down his pants. I yank down his jeans right after he unbuttons them.

Kneeling down, I tear down those boxers too, letting his massive cock thwack right against my face since I pop it free so quickly. I bring the head into my mouth and kiss it with tongue, feeling the sensitive underside of his cock in my mouth for a few delicious moments before I pop it out, rising up to remove my own clothing with the same speed that Sanders removed his own. I intend to ride that glorious cock and I can't wait another moment.

Sanders is watching me take off my clothes, backing up onto the bed. Such a good man, I'll have to repay that really well.

Of course, I already intended to ride his cock until we both exploded in a flurry of orgasms. But there's something else that I have in mind...something I am honestly a little afraid to do because his cock is so huge. But an orgasm on his cock should loosen my nerves and, well, make taking him in my ass a lot easier of a hurdle.

"What's going on in that delectable mind of yours?" Sanders says.

Ah, he can see my wheels turning.

I love that about him. I love so much about of him. He's protective, sweet, alpha yet tender...Sanders is what I would build the perfect man to be like, though I didn't know how much I needed him until those first few tastes. Or thinking I couldn't have him.

Now, he's all mine. Every inch of his delicious body. Every breath in his body can be mine in a kiss. In a hard fucking when I take every inch of that monster cock.

Yeah, I'm too fucking wet to be waiting another second longer. I tear off my panties and don't even bother taking my bra off. "Be a gentleman?" I ask as I climb on top of him. I don't even wait; I pull his cock to line up with my pussy's entrance and slide him right inside of me. I take every inch. My pussy is so wet that he slides inside me, inch by inch, frictionless. I bite my lips and my eyes roll back in their orbits. I need every bit of him and more and he needs to be inside me too. I hear him grunt and we both start to roll our hips together. His hands reach to pop off my bra's snaps and he tears it off.

"Thank you," I say with a smile.

Sanders is a gentleman. A gentleman that knows how to fuck me so good that I cry out with need at his every touch but tonight I am planning to fuck him so hard and so good that I am doing him a service with my body.

I lift my body up, leveraging my hands against his firm pectorals, and come down on his cock with everything I've got.

Sanders brings his hands to capture my breasts and hold them for their own leverage. He fucks his cock up into me and slams into me with such force that I scream, the sound caught somewhere in my throat with the struggle that only comes with getting fucked so very hard -- even when you're bouncing up and down on that dick yourself -- that your body ceases to function properly.

Seriously, it takes every bit of strength I have to keep up a good rhythm and ride him so well that not for a second do I let my hammering heartbeat or gasping mouth overtake me and make me fall over against his chest. His hands rove down my body and he holds my hips, but Sanders is not taking charge. I keep riding him like this and he won't, because instead he'll be.

Yeah.

Along for the ride.

A feel a smile widen across my face. "I love you so much," I gasp out as I thrust.

"I love you, too," Sanders says. The raw emotion in his voice makes my heart ache for him with such need. I suck in a breath and think about how I want so many things in life, but nothing so much as I want to belong to Sanders, forever. I exhale. A glint in his eyes catches my gaze. "You are everything I thought I'd never have, and more. I love you, always," Sanders says. His voice is thick with emotion. I pull his face close to mine, abandoning my leverage and grasping his face in my hands for dear life, drawing him in for a mad kiss, our bodies entwined and our lips following suit.

I kiss him with everything in my soul. My breasts spill against his chest, my skin soft against his firm pectorals. My nipples are stinging with the touch and the desire to touch him more. I will never be able to touch Sanders enough. Our bodies are touching everywhere, melded together in sweat and lust, and still it isn't quite enough.

Sanders grips my ass and holds me against him. I'm not bouncing against his cock but rolling my hips and taking him deeper with every second. His fingers dig into my skin, his cock twitches within me and his stomach is even grazing my clit enough to make zings of pleasure shoot through my body.

I break our kiss and bury my face in his neck, crying out against his skin. I taste the salt and the musk of his skin on my tongue. It fills me with desire to taste him like this, to feel his cock drive further and further into me, staying so deep. My pussy is fluttering around every inch of his cock. The heat in the room pulsates to a molten temperature, coursing lust through my body until I feel myself on the precipice of orgasm.

"I'm going to come, I'm so close," I whimper out with all the force I can manage. I'm getting pulled under into the tide of my orgasm. I pull my body up against his again and ride him harder, gathering my strength. Because I have plans for so much more tonight. I want to be able to take his cock, riding him, not just in my pussy but now I'm going to take him in my ass.

Right as my orgasm floods through me, I pull that enormous cock from my pussy and I use my hand to rub the cream of my cum all over the head and then the shaft of Sanders's enormous dick. I lather that cock up and I pull it to line up with my ass. I am still shivering, shaking, but I guide the tip in. I look to Sanders's face and see his eyes light up with surprise.

That's right, Sanders, baby. I can surprise. I can be coming and I can start feeding inch by inch of your cock up my ass.

The look on his face contorts with the steel of his dick. His hands on my hips steady me and I take more, and he explodes. Sanders blasts hot cum right up my ass the instant that that I take him in. That gorgeous cock pipes hot ropes of cum right up my ass, and I thrust it deep inside me, sliding a touch out and then right back in. My eyes squeeze shut now and I groan out with primal ecstasy. This is the most incredible sensation. I'm full, I'm overwhelmed, I'm almost in physical shock from how much cock I'm taking, so deep. Unrelenting as my bouncing is, I am taking him without him exiting me much at all. Choking down on that much cock brings another orgasm straight to the forefront. As Sanders is coming down from his own orgasm and pulling me down against his cock -- the man is always hard, I swear I'll have to massage his chest later and bring the blood pumping back up there, but another day -- my own orgasm unfurls within me.

They say no two orgasms are alike. Or, at least, after having sex with Sanders, now I say it. The orgasm that tears through me now is not the same as what I've experienced ever before. It is full body wave crashing through me, a molten pleasure that is certainly more intense than any sensation I have ever felt. My body is wracked with pleasure, shaking, shuddering, shivering as each torrent of pleasure blooms to a deeper and deeper source of ecstasy.

Sanders draws his fingers to my clit and I'm lost, totally abandoning reality and lost in a dream world where I am destroyed utterly. My body and my mind are no longer connected. Wildfire claims my heart. My lungs fill with crystal air and I flutter my breath in and out, returning down in a circling halo to everything overtaking my body. I start to feel limp and my limbs are unable to keep up with these sensations overtaking me. Sanders holds my body and keeps fucking me, slowing down the pumps to a maddening rhythm that actually serves to ground me.

"Damn, you make life worth breathing. You amaze me," Sanders says, running his hands up and down my back. "Do you want me to stop?" His cock is slowing almost to a stop. That makes me focus on how his cock is stretching me, filling me so much.

Do I want him to stop? I feel like I could take a nap and wake up a thousand years from now and still be tired.

But I also can't bear the idea of not having him inside me.

What's a girl to do?

"I...I want you inside me," I say with a sigh. I do. But I am definitely fielding some loss in stamina.

"We have an eternity. Why don't we rest? We can wake up tomorrow and take a very naughty bubble bath. Get squeaky clean and get all dirty all over again," Sanders says. There's a lightness to his tone of voice that I don't think I've ever heard before. I'm shocked by just how chill he sounds.

It is totally comforting. I slide off of him and he pulls me to his chest. Sanders holds me so tightly and I feel so content and loved there, I don't even remember when I closed my eyes.

Hours later, I suppose by the total blackness taking over the room, I wake to feel his steady breathing next to me. He's very much asleep; he's very much holding me just as tight in his sleep. I let my eyes flutter back shut and I fall back asleep.

I wake up alone. It chills me for a moment. For a second...and I know, no, Sanders hasn't left me again. The sound of a water faucet pulls me back to reality, filtering into my consciousness. I realize he must be drawing that bath he mentioned earlier. Rising and walking to the bathroom, I see the utterly breathtaking sight of him, stark naked. Brushing his teeth.

Dancing over to Sanders, giddy just to see him, I pick up my own toothbrush and start to put toothpaste on it. Wetting the brush, I press it into my mouth and start working circles over my morning breath. I let my eyes wander to his tight ass, a specimen of male perfection. I could grab it right now if I didn't think I might drop my toothbrush. We finish and both spit into the sink soon after the other.

Sanders scoops me right up into his arms. I am literally putting down my toothbrush after rinsing it and he just picks me up!

"Drop that," he says in a firm but playful voice. I let the toothbrush fall onto the counter, and he rushes us over to bath, which he places me inside. The warm water slides over me like a hug locking me in from the air around me. It soothes every bit of tension that might have tried to enter my body.

Sanders turns off the faucet and climbs inside the tub behind me.

I wiggle my ass on his cock, which is rock hard and pressing against my ass.

I lift my ass up in the air, out of the water. His cock jumps up out of the water and he has barely moved. Seriously, I didn't know cocks came this big. I slide down on it. The bathwater isn't exactly great lube, but that doesn't matter. My pussy is slick and wet already from how much I want him. The sight of Sanders, the thought of him? Well, let's just say laundry sure piles up if I don't stay naked. Of course, Sanders prefers me that way, too, so unless I am heading off to work or have just got home from work, I save myself the laundry battle by going naked.

His cock entering my pussy wakes me up deeply, sensually. As I slide down on him, his arms pull me down against him and wind around me. Sanders holds me like I'm the most important thing in the world to him. His cock bottoms out, and I'm sitting flat against him with his cock so deep inside of me I actually swallow to see if I can taste him.

Okay, that's dramatic, but I do. I feel my pussy stretching, my inner walls accommodating him. It feels like my pussy is made to take his cock. He fits every groove within me so perfectly. Our bodies interlock in the most soul-satisfying way that for a moment I just breathe, inhale, exhale, and feel what it feels like to have him buried inside me. Impaling me so deeply. His hands are all over my body...and then one hand goes to my clit. The other wraps around my waist while he shakes the tub to fuck me.

Out of nowhere, there's a hurricane in this bathroom! He fucks so deep and so fast into my pussy that my vision is blurred and the pressure inside me burns with my need.

My breasts are hitting the surface of the water as I bounce up and down on his cock.

"Hurricane Sanders has so much energy before breakfast," I say with a giggle. My words come out almost staccato with the pace he's fucking me, but I get my words across.

Sanders laughs. "I will never get enough of you," he says, gliding his tongue over my ear. Despite how hard he's fucking me, that tiny press of his tongue to my skin makes me shiver.

Suddenly that pressure within me is even stronger. I'm set off and I pull my hands to my breasts, rubbing my nipples and squeezing my breasts while he pumps into me.

"I love watching you, Stacy, touching your body while I fuck you," Sanders purrs against my skin. He nibbles on my neck and picks up the pace on my clit.

My breathing hitches in my throat, trying to keep up with the mounting pressure of how hard and deep Sanders is fucking me. He hits places deep within me I didn't know a cock could stroke. I don't know if I could take this intense of a fucking if it wasn't for how tight his hold is on me. My head is falling back and I'm trembling against him.

I lean forward and press my knees into the tub. I don't know if you can call it a second wind -- maybe this is my first one since I woke up so recently -- but I wanted to press my ass back against him and ride that dick from behind. It feels good, sliding back against him in the water.

But the water isn't staying warm and now my arms start to shiver even as I keep backing up on Sanders's cock.

He pulls me off his cock, out of the water, and to the floor. Yes, the floor. Sanders saw my shiver and knew it from the shivers I get from the orgasm he gives me. He lies down on the floor and pulls me over him, trailing fingers down the small of my back while I ride him, facing away. Sometimes I think that the man can read my mind.

Pressing my palms to the tile between his thighs, I get the leverage I need and I take his cock as hard and fast and I can, riding him for round two. Today I've got a lot more energy and renewed vigor, despite how wet we are. The ungiving floor makes it so that his cock is fucking me like it is impaling me. There's no mercy in this, and my pussy is already starting to squeeze around Sanders's cock. I don't want to come yet, though, so I let myself teeter on the edge of that pleasure and the pressure building within me.

"Fuck," Sanders groans. "I can't take this anymore, I wanna come on that sexy ass you let me fuck last night, then I wanna drag you over to that wall and fuck you some more." He wraps his arm around my stomach. He is telling me what he wants while he is going after it. But I certainly don't want to complain. We stand together and I feel hot ropes of cum shooting onto my ass. I'm going to leave a very interesting spot on the wall after I come on his cock with his cum all over my ass. "Want you to come while I'm looking into your eyes, Stacy." His words are low and throaty. Sanders needs me in such a feral, primal way that it makes me feel like the only other person in the world.

"You liked fucking my ass, huh?" I ask. I didn't even ask yesterday and just went for it. He knows exactly where I learned that bedroom strategy!

Carting us off to the wall, Sanders laughs. Pressing me into the wall and sliding his sticky-headed cock into my pussy again, he looks me deep in the eyes, narrowing his own. "Your tight ass, just shoving my cock up your ass while you look at me, while you're coming? Yeah, I fucking liked that. Liked that a lot, Stacy." I like the way my name sounds coming from his mouth.

"It is good to know," I exhale, trying to speak but my orgasm is bubbling up inside of me and stealing my words, stealing my thoughts. I manage to finish my sentence. "Good to know that I can surprise you. You surprise me every day," I tell him. I see the love in his gaze and I wrap my arms around his neck. I want to kiss him but I can barely breathe.

Sanders kisses my forehead. "Come for me, baby," he says pulling back and watching me come. Sanders has made me come so many times, but right now the way he's watching me and I'm staring into his eyes...I have never felt more naked. Or more alive. Or more wanted. I love him so damn much. I know you know that, and he does too, but I will never get tired of telling him that or thinking that.

When I think about everything Sanders has gone through, I'm grateful to be in his arms. Be in his life. Be in his heart.

"You're my hero," I tell him, feeling a little stupid as soon as I say it out loud. I hadn't meant to actually say those words.

"Stacy, you're mine. You made me believe I could have something. Made me work for it. Made me undo all the things in my life that would prevent me from being your man. I am honored to be your hero," Sanders says.

His tongue slides over the seam of my mouth. I tremble, my lips parting to take him in for a soft and delicate kiss that gets more and more passionate by the second.

Sanders moans into my mouth and I feel his cum jetting inside of me. Wrapping my legs around him to take everything he has, I taste his moans in my mouth. The sound of Sanders, the taste of him, every hard part of his body overtaking me, it feels so good I'm dizzy.

Well, that and I'm hungry.

My belly says that it is breakfast time. I feel the rumble.

Sanders laughs, pulling out of me and a little spurt of cum shoots onto my stomach. "You want me to make you breakfast while you bathe, undistracted?"

I know that's the logical thing to do. "Thank you, babe," I say. I smile and pull my legs down. They were squeezing him so tight that it takes me a second to feel grounded again.

Sanders walks forward, pulling the plug on the tub so that I can draw new water.

I watch his fine ass exit the bathroom, grabbing a robe and heading toward the kitchen. Making a mental note, I determine to take the world's quickest bath and get in there for breakfast, pronto. The robe is nice, but I think I'd like to peel it off and sit on his lap. I crave the feel of my skin against his.

The water finishes draining, and I take a super quick shower, not wanting to lounge in the top without a cock to bounce on. What can I say, I'm spoiled now.

I slip into my own robe and follow the scent of eggs to the kitchen.

"Do I get to kiss the cook?" Gah, I can be so cheesy. But with Sanders, I can't help but be affectionate. And he thrives with the reciprocation of the attention that he gives me, so that's all right in my book.

"Of course. I wouldn't dream of otherwise," Sanders glides over, using his spatula to put eggs on the plate's put on the kitchen island.

I circle my arms around his middle and squeeze tight to him. I kiss his chest and listen to his heart for just a moment. This is the man that I will cherish forever. This heartbeat I'm hearing now matters to me as much as my own. I release him so that his own eggs, and own eggs, will not get cold.

He spatulas more onto his plate and places the skillet onto an unused burner. We sit down at the bar stools at the island and I grab a carafe of orange juice. It has been long enough since I brushed my teeth that I'm not about to experience that gross thing that happens when orange juice and toothpaste fight over flavor. I pour myself a glass and look into Sanders's eyes across the island.

“What are you thinking about Stacy?” Sanders asks. There’s a lightness in his voice that pleases me. He doesn’t have the conflict in his voice or on his face.

That’s what I’m thinking about. I’m having the same experience. The stress and confusion is over.

“I’m thinking that you are like coming home every time I look at you. I am so happy that we worked everything out. I never want to be without you again. I never want us lost, like we were before.” I hear my voice catch in my throat and I didn’t realize how I was going to pull into that question with so much weight.

“Me too,” Sanders says. He doesn’t have to run his mouth like me for me to understand that he understands me.

I didn’t always believe in this idea of soul mates. I mean, in my line of work, we tend to make fun of things more than we actually believe them. Comedy draws on real life, though. And everything that might have seemed strange to me before about all the gooey emotional romantic stuff that falls off my tongue now? I get it.

Some things just work. You don’t think they will. Everything tries to pull them apart and keeps them from working.

But love? Real love? It slams into your soul and you have to act on it, grab it, guard it, and keep it for you forever. You hold onto to what’s real. Sanders and I are the most real thing I’ve ever seen. No joke.