Darcy collapsed on top of me, panting and humming, a sound that made me feel grateful and godlike at the same time to have done that to her. A thin sheen of sweat coated her skin and mine. This moment was so good, so deliciously good and sticky, messy and wet…so wet where our bodies were joined. I couldn’t help flexing my dick inside of her, stimulating her tightly clenched intimate muscles just to hear her gasp.

“You didn’t come,” she whispered, a note of surprise in her voice.

“You told me I couldn’t, so I didn’t.” But I almost felt like I had — all tingly and floaty and lost in a hazy fog of pure bliss. I wondered for a moment if this was how tantric sex felt. Was this the feeling monks were after? Had I found enlightenment in Darcy’s pussy?

I dragged my palms down her back and gripped her ass with both hands. “Can I make you come again?”

“Can you?” she teased, but I could hear the note of doubt in her voice.

“Was I supposed to say, may I make you come again?”

“Hm…yes, you may, if you think you can,” she retorted playfully, a sly but doubtful smile on her lips.

“I can,” I answered, then rolled us over to get her on her back because she was clearly too spent to ride me again.

Darcy flung her arms wide on the bed and looked up at me, a happy sex-drunk smile on her face. “Was that as good as your fantasy?”

“Better.” I braced myself over her and pulled out of her slowly, drawing a sizzling hiss from her lips. She looked down between our bodies when I began another slow slide inside of her. She looked so small under me. Small, but still stronger than me as she flexed and stretched to take me deeper, hips lifting to meet me and navigate a little circle before she dropped them to the mattress again.

That little move made my fucking head swim. I might be on top, but I wasn’t in control. Not even a little bit. Her little body was still hungry and impatient, but she was holding back for some reason. “Be yourself with me, hermosa. Tell me what you need,” I whispered.

“Harder,” she whispered, pulling her legs up in a way that opened her hips and splayed her knees wide, her whole body spread open to me.

With a groan of surrender and appreciation, I leaned down for a slow, languorous kiss, and her tongue explored mine with slow, insistent demand. Whatever came after this, I would have this memory of her, but for now, I would pin her thighs to the mattress with my hands and fuck her like I was worthy of a woman like her.

I withdrew and slammed inside her so hard it took her breath away.

“Yes,” she sighed into my mouth. “Just like that.”