This wasn’t just fu.cking. This wasn’t just pleasure.
This was my nirvana.
Amber's nails dug into the sheets, her body tightening around me, pulling me in deeper, demanding more. Her breath hitched, and I could feel it—the way her walls started fluttering, her legs trembling, her entire body bowing beneath me as she climbed that peak.
"Aaron!" she gasped, voice breaking, and f**k—I knew she was there, right at the edge.
I reached beneath her, fingers finding her swollen, soaked c**t, rubbing tight, precise circles that had her screaming my name.
She shattered around me, her orgasm crashing through her with raw intensity, her body pulsing, milking me, dragging me under with her.
And when I filled her—when I gave her what we both wanted—I knew.
I wasn’t ever stopping.
