“You can take it, Mouse, and it’s going to feel so good, I promise,” I groaned, and with one stroke of the length of me still not buried in her, my orgasm crested, pumping wave after wave of cum into her tightness, my gaze fixed on her face. Waiting for the moment she felt it, too.

Her eyes widened as she felt the first spurts of it inside her, and then her mouth fell open, her arms going limp over her head, and she was undulating through her own orgasm. Her pussy throbbed, drawing me inside, and I rode my own pleasure, and hers, inching deeper and deeper with each pulse of her climax.

“SJ! I … how?” she panted, her fingers clawing at the sheets, gasping in desperate pleasure as I finally bottomed out inside her. We groaned together at the sensation, and I stilled, letting her get accustomed to the stretch.

“Your fictitious monsters have mystical saliva … I have mystical semen, Mouse,” I murmured, reaching up to stroke a sweaty strand of pink hair from her face, my thumb caressing her cheekbone as I moved inside her. “When I come, you come. Every time.” I swivelled my hips, stirring myself inside her. “And I can go all night.”

“You really are going to ruin me for all other men,” she mumbled. Her heels dug into my backside, dragging me back into her. “Now, make us both come again, SJ.”

“As you wish,” I rumbled, gripping her arse and pulsing into her. She gasped, tilting her hips to meet me, her hands gripping the back of my neck, fingers twining in my hair.

“This is perfect, SJ,” she breathed, her little nails digging into my skin. Marking me. “You’re perfect.”

My chest felt like it was ready to explode, and I pulled her closer, finding her mouth, pouring all the feelings I had for her—the ones that I couldn’t verbalise—into this hot, messy kiss. Our bodies rocked and thrust in perfect synchronicity until, together, we found the edge and fell over it. She broke away from my mouth to cry out, and I was emptying myself into her. And then she was climbing again from my spend inside her, and her quivering, slick grip on me had me speeding towards the edge once more.

Again and again, we found our releases in each other until she was sweaty and breathless from back-to-back orgasms, and it felt like there was no longer her body and mine. It was all simply ours.

When I finally pulled out of her, she made a whimpering protest, trying to use her heels to keep me inside her.

“I’m not ready for this to end!” she pouted.

I smiled softly down at her. “If I keep you coming all night long, you’ll be incapable of movement for a week.”