I was sitting on the couch awaiting confirmation that she will be arriving soon. It had been two weeks of fighting and exchanging emotions, going up and down after our fourteen month relationship. We had to break up as the influence and problems caused by her parents interfering all the time had become unbearable. Not taking only the words that was said out of anger with alcohol in consideration, I also hooked up with a chick from the gym three days after the break up and I told her about it.

The thing is, at the end of those two weeks we were making up over the phone and our feelings were recovering again. One of the things that we both were clear on was that we both were sex deprived and still had an insatiable burning desire for one other. She knew that only I can fuck her the way that I do.

The message came through on my phone. I need not even look at it, I knew it was her as I’ve set a custom tone on my phone for her. It was the usual formalities when she arrived. I went outside, I opened the gate, she got out of her car and greeted the dogs.

I took her handbag and let her lead into my apartment up the stairs. She seemed fairly quiet. That usual awkward silence and unawareness of what to say after you saw each other for the first time after a breakup. I put her handbag down then I locked the door and closed the curtains behind her as my apartment was on the first floor and the neighbors could easily see into it.

For a few seconds I froze and just stood there staring at her. I could read her face. I could also see through her eyes into her soul, the pain she had been going through. The sign of her eyes that healed from crying was also visible. I knew she was a wreck; I was constantly reminded of it. So was I.

Me being absolutely silent the whole time walked up to her and held her. That type of hug where it is a romantic one but you try not to hurt and it still does a little as the emotions make you put some grip to it. I put my head in her neck and rubbed my cheek against her skin. With her arms around me and mostly her hands on my back we just stood there for a few seconds, and those few felt like it was minutes.

I then put my hands on her cheeks and moved in closer, first putting my forehead against hers then moved in for the kiss. The moment our lips touched something happened. I cannot explain it, I can’t. That magical embrace where you are incapable to let go. It was like an angel touched me and said “let go”. All the anger I had for the world. The hatred I had for people. The self-blame. The low self-worth. The aggression to punch the walls were gone. The monster that was raging inside me those past few weeks had been laid to rest. The satiable love I had for her rose up. I was at peace and still in love with her. That of course never went away.

I couldn’t move but my lips did, both of ours did. A brief need for oxygen followed and my head moved away. I looked her in the eyes then the first words to exit my mouth was something she had been hearing a lot.

“I missed you, and you are never allowed to be away from my side again”.

By this time I was rock hard. She had that effect on me, one touch then I had to hide my boner. In my head I was thinking “fuck this” then I picked her up with her legs folded around me and I placed her on the table.

The good thing about her was her slender body. She had been going to the gym with me for eight months and the outcome of her hard work was very visible by her physique. Being as tall as me and about the same size, picking her up took barely an effort. I wasn’t called a ‘gym bro’ by some of my friends for no reason.

When a woman is being picked up her first instinct will always be to grab the man around the neck and fold her legs around. The feeling of a woman’s hands around our necks is something only a man will understand as it instantly gave a rise in our testosterone levels.

As I stood between her legs my hands grabbed against her ass and pushed her pubic area against mine. Slightly moving my stiff dick back and forth dry humping and rubbing it against her pussy. I knew it would start to wake that pussy up. She was always wearing short loose dresses, so nothing gave obstruction to make the possibility of feeling the hardness of my dick more difficult.

From her ass my hands went around her cheeks again and as I kissed her I sensually sucked on her lower lip. Her hands went down and taking my shirt at the bottom she removed it over my head. Looking at my physique she always had that look with a slight grin on her face. What the fuck ever that was supposed to mean.

She then put her hands on my chest followed by me grabbing them around the wrist and moving them behind her ears, holding them there. My lips moved towards her neck. Kissing and slightly licking there, I could feel her body twitch. Her eyes being closed and her head moving backwards I knew she was warming up quickly. My next move was to get the dress off so she followed by moving her ass cheeks up and down so I could remove the dress from underneath and up over her body. I then proceeded to remove her bra with three fingers. Yes, I said three. I’m experienced.

She removed it over her arms and dropped it not having a care in the world where it lands. I then proceeded to put my hands on her tits with a firm grip. She liked a good grip on her tits, she wasn’t sensitive in that regard. Having B size tits was perfect to make everything on her body a balanced composition.

With my hands tightly caressing over her tits and my head in her neck I moved my mouth slightly touching her earlobe to whisper her favorite line.

“You have no idea how badly I want to be inside you.”

With her head turning towards me and looking at me with lustful eyes came an utter response.

“Show me.”

That did it. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I grabbed her with a strong grip on the ass again and slid her off the table. I was so quick she barely had time to hold on. Gripping her legs around me and that time folding her arms around my neck I walked with her towards the bed. Those who have done this will know you have to be careful when moving through a doorway as it is possible to bump into stuff. This was the case as my apartment wasn’t of the larger size. I had a habit of knocking her knees against the door frame.

By the bed I dropped her softly still being between her legs. I wanted to move into a comfortable position but was stopped with stiff arms and a loud “wait!”

She pushed me off in an upwards direction for her to be able to sit up straight at the edge of the bed. Me then standing by the edge of the bed she grabbed my belt and started to loosen it. While she was doing that I got a quick stare from below with her eyes aiming up. It was that stare you see in a porno when the women are on her knees looking up at him just before she starts to suck his dick. Yeah, it was like that.

When she was done with the zipper she took my clothes in her hands and pulled it down. My rock hard cock almost poking her in the eye. She looked up at me again with an even bigger grin this time. At that moment I was expecting my porn movie dick sucking moment but it didn’t happen. She did something else instead.

She grabbed me on the arms and pulled me closer, me falling forward on the bed as she moved backwards to the top in the middle of the bed. I reacted by moving back in between her legs. There was no way I was letting her take control. I grabbed her by the hands and pinned them down above her head, wide spread while I was now on my knees and her legs folded in the air. My dick now being open and me dominating her I start rubbing it in a thrusting movement slowly. I could feel my dick being blocked by her G-string yet enough to feel it slide between her lips.

I got that “I want you to fuck me” look again. While sliding my dick up and down her still blocked pussy I moved my torso up and my face closer to hers. She could see the tone of the muscles and veins popping out of my strong arms as the tension in them increased the closer I got. That time it wasn’t exactly a kiss. I was sucking her lips while looking her into the eyes. As I pushed my dick harder the tension of the sucking increased. That was enough to make it her turn to be pushed over the edge and I could see it.

I removed my left hand from pinning her down and pointed it in her face then gave her an instruction.

“Do not move.”

During that moment I had moved my pointed finger to her G-string blocking my dick. I then moved it sideways following by grabbing my dick and sliding it in between her pussy lips. It was difficult to decide who was the most wet, with her juices between those lips or the precum dripping from my dick.

That time I didn’t give a shit about risks and rules. I was insatiably horny for that woman and wanted to fuck her as if it was my last day on earth. I had to find a way to make it up to her and this was a great opportunity.

Still holding my dick I was sliding it up and down with the head applying most pressure on her clit. There were two things I liked the most about her pussy. One was the size of the clit. It was abnormally larger than most of the other woman I’ve slept with. Her pussy lips weren’t anything to write home about but just enough to be felt and tickle my cheeks. The other thing was that it was quite tight, very enjoyable tight. It should be, I was her first so my dick was the only dick it had ever tasted.

With my dick sliding between those lips and over her clit, her breathing also increased and her eyes closed more often. Not even looking at me she said with a moaning tone:

“Put your dick in me. Put your hard dick inside my tight pussy, it’s yours.”

That moment became even more intense as I moved only the head in. Just the head, I wanted to feel her tightness around my head and on my sweet spot. I leaned forward again putting my hand back on hers in the pinned position. My lips also back against hers now I looked her in the eyes and thrusting my dick forward, all the way in. Her head and eyes popped backwards at the same time. Her mouth so open she didn’t even bother to continue kissing me. The more I trust, slow and deep the more her arms try to break free from being pinned down, her head still popped back. Added to that, the more I slid in and out of her love tunnel the more I could feel over my dick how wet and relaxed she got. Her legs also moving along with my groin as I thrust. It must have been a few minutes of us loosing ourselves in the moment of missionary position. The exchange of intimacy. Me filling her tight wet pussy with the thrusting movement of my glutes that had gotten strong in the gym and her being dominated and receiving dick all the way inside her.

Eventually the silence got broken by a request from her.

“Let my hands go babe.”

  The moment I let them go I could feel their grip on my ass, her nails nearly scratching me. She is pulling me as I thrust and increased the speed. As I saw her back arching I knew what was about to happen. I stared pushing harder and faster. The sounds of her breathing and moaning increased as well. Then it happened. Her body shook like an earthquake. Her mouth opened as if she was fighting for breath. The grip of her hands on my ass was so tight it felt like she was trying to tare the cheeks apart. A flow of juice then gushed out of her, dripping over my dick and flowing down my balls. She came. Oh my fucking hell how amazing that was. I wish I could explain the sounds that came from her. If the heavens were cracked open around me that would be it. Her eyes then stared at me as if they were lost but with a “what the fuck did you just do?” stare.

By that time I was starved from what I had been waiting to do those past few weeks. I wanted to eat that pussy and stuck my tongue down it as far as I could with the labia tickling my face. Maneuvering my body down the bed and my face towards that now sopping wet fucked pussy I noticed the damn G-string that I never removed. It being as wet as my dick her legs were lifted and I slid it over her legs. Finally! Two naked bodies, horny as fuck with the smell of sweat and freshly fucked pussy. Heaven must be real.

With her legs still in the air and my hands holding over her ankles I started to kiss one leg at the bottom of the calf. Kiss by kiss, closer down her leg on the inside towards the inner thigh. By the time I got so close my nose could tickle her pussy, she had already started to play with her tits. Staring at me with those “fuck me” eyes. Every look she had after the first orgasm was a “fuck me” look. My lips was barely touching her pussy, just enough for a sense of contact and yet ticklish. I could feel the still wetness on them. Rubbing my nose over her clit she could feel a clear indication of where I was.

Moving to the left I start to suck softly on that spot with the muscle by the inner thigh. It wasn’t just sucking but also using my tongue like French kissing. My right hand gripped around her right upper leg. After a few strokes of the combo I used, I moved back to her pussy. The moment I was above it I stuck my tongue out, as far as I could and made it as flat as I could. With one stroke using my flat tongue and the right amount of pressure I slid it through her lips and over the clit, the tip of my tongue tickling her clit a few times. All the juices that was inside that pussy were left on my tongue. I then put my mouth over her clit, covering it completely. I could hear her moan and feel her body twitch. Sucking a few times and her pussy getting wet all over again I looked up at her. As our eyes met I licked my lips off with my tongue sobbing from her love juices.

“Hmmmmm Hmmmmhh” the sound came from me.

Putting my head back there again I gave that pussy another few licks and moved right. A string of her juice stuck to my tongue followed. Now working on that right spot for a while my hands had gripped both sides of her thighs and pulled her closer, working that spot with sucking and kissing. I decided to grab her right hand with my left from her boob and a I place it on her pussy with my hand on top of hers. Her fingers between the lips almost going in playing with herself in the same motion I do while I lick her on that spot. Oh my fuck. When that woman played with herself it awakened something in me.

I had enough of her inner thigh, I wanted pussy in my mouth, and I wanted to eat her my second favorite way. My favorite of course was her sitting on my face but I was impatient and that meant we had to switch places. No, fuck that. I grabbed both her legs by the ankles and lifter them up. This was the position where she was on her back with her knees on her chest, except her legs were spread apart. What a fucking sight. That pussy was blooming like a rose spread open with the lips squeezed together by her thighs. That looked more enjoyable than any other meal you can put in front of a man, and I was about to eat it like a lion.

During all this play and movement on the bed I have already left a few lines of precum on the sheets. My arms were locked in and my head was in place. I went in. She knew what were about to happen and spread her arms, grabbing the sheets. My tongue again entering those lips. That time I had to use a lot more pressure as there were more tension from the side caused by her thighs. It was like eating a peach, which the whole pussy was in my mouth, my tongue touching everywhere it could. Continued movements up and down and applying ambient pressure on the clit. I could feel her getting super wet again. The way my tongue would spread her lips apart and them folding over my tongue was as if they were a perfect fit. It was time for her to get tongue fucked.

I spread her legs further apart slightly more to release some of the pressure. My tongue now stuck out as far as it could and as straight as it could go it went in like a rocket super slow motion. There was barely space to breath so tight I stuck my face in her pussy. She started holding on for dear life on the sheets. Not thrusting yet I kept my tongue down there making circles, tickling her love tunnel. The juices started flowing again. I could feel it flowing over my tongue and into my mouth.

My head starting thrusting and my tongue working as a hammer. The sensation becomes so much that her legs started kicking. The juices from her wet pussy was splashing as my mouth was pounding into her. It didn’t bother me, I was taking her the way I wanted to. Her clit had swollen up.

My tongue was pumping her like a bull was a cow. Every once in a while I would move my upper lip over her clit and suck it, just to show I was in control. With her moaning loudly and constantly it was clear that woman found herself in pure ecstasy. She didn’t even notice as I was constantly looking at her. She only opened her eyes and looked at me as I moved away from her pussy removing my tongue.

“Open her up for me my love” I asked her.

Oh she knew exactly what happened when I asked her to do that. With a smile she placed one of her hands on her pussy, spreading those lips apart with two fingers in a V shape. That clit popped out, all the way. “Fuck yeah” I said to myself.

There was no need to lubricate my tongue as juices had been flowing out of that pussy like a river. I started licking that clit again, more gentle as it was super sensitive when popped out. I only used the tip of my tongue with up and down rhythms. That pussy was so relaxed and hungry for me I had no problem sliding to fingers inside. She fucking loved it. She called it double trouble.

With my then wet and stiff fingers pumping her and my tongue twirling like a tornado over her clit that woman was beyond control. She couldn’t lay still. Constantly grabbing onto the sheets with the hand that was free and her head turning sideways, the double trouble was working wonders. The rhythm of both fingers and tongue brought her close. She started speaking in a high pitched voice, words stretched out.

“Fuck! Fuuuuck! I’m going to come!”

She took the sheets and bit it. Her ass lifted up and pelvis shaking with me attempting to keep my tongue inside. The juices came out with a slight gush. I knew her every way of orgasm.. This was her squirting. She never did a lot, just enough to know exactly what it was. If was flowing over my lips, into my mouth and dripping down my face. Her body still shaking in shock, her legs the most. I kept tongue fucking her but my head was quickly pushed back by her hands. She usually takes it after an orgasm so this must have been an exceptional one.

For a moment she curled her body into a bundle. It didn’t look like she was aware of where she was at that moment.

“Are you okay my angel?” I asked her.

Looking at me with sharp half opened eyes she replied.

“How did you do that? Yo babe, that was indescribable. You just ate the life out of me” she replied.

She sat up straight and put her arms around my neck pulling me closer. She knew exactly what I wanted after I went down on her. What started with a French kiss she followed to lick her juices of my lips and around the edges of them. She played with my mouth as if she was licking an ice cream in a twirl motion, also putting my tongue in her mouth sucking the juices off it. Then she took her hand and moved it down to her pussy wiping two fingers between the lips and then putting them inside. She fingered herself with a few strokes while looking me in the eyes. Those same fingers she brought back up and put them in her mouth, licking them off like an ice cream lolly. All this while not breaking eye contact. She knew that it was a kink of mine and it drove me absolutely fucking insane.

By what she just did I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed her with one hand on the cheek around the mouth in a manner you would threaten someone. I lowered my chin and stared her dead in the eyes with an aggressive look on my face.

“Now it’s time to get fucked” I said with a stoic tone in my voice, while I kept looking dangerously into her eyes.

It was time she had more orgasms. With the grip I still had on her chin I pushed her backwards falling flat on her back and me again moving in between her legs. I lifted her legs and pulled her back so she had more space to lay. With me putting her knees on her chest, me kneeling in front of her and her legs over my shoulders, she knew what we were about to do. One of our favorite positions and one that made her cum easily: Deep stick.

Her pussy was still wet so sliding my dick inside her had no issues. It was still sensitive so I had to push slowly. She grabbed the sheets again. I could see by the expression on her face she was already lost again, even though we just started. Because I was moving slowly I had the comfort to grab her tits, so I did.

The moments that were there when she did look at me she could see on my face that I was also going into a place of pleasure. Her pussy was tighter in that position. I could feel how her pussy was getting used to me pumping inside her so I increased speed. When we were fucking I always went in all the way, there was no half dick bullshit with me. It had always been and will always be balls deep or nothing at all with me.

As I had been going at it harder and faster her body also reacted the same. The moaning sounds she made was something to behold. I needed to let go of her tits and lock my arms in the pinned down position again to ensure I had stability for the way I was thrusting. It wasn’t long then she came again.

“Oh my god. Fuuuck!” Pulling the sheets closer as she moaned.

The thing about Deep Stick I liked with her the most wasn’t just about how tight it made her pussy, but also that I could feel when she came. I could clearly feel how her pussy clamped my dick and how it released its juices. Her coming over my dick was obviously a massive turn on and a motivator to fuck her harder.

While I kept on fucking her and thrusting my dick inside we could feel how her juices splashed over our pelvic regions. It was like adding juice between two flip flops slapped against each other. My way of fucking how I was renowned for.

I just kept on going fucking like a bull. There came another one with her biting on the sheets this time. More juices splashing. It had become so much that she was making a wet spot on the sheets.

I was a beast, fucking her as if I had something to prove. Using all the strength in my core region to put the focus into my thrusting. The neighbors could clearly hear her moaning and I didn’t give a fuck. I was taking her how I wanted to.. I was making love to the woman who made me a better man. A woman who changed me into the best version of myself. I was in Heaven. Heaven with added bodily fluids and the moans of a woman being fucked by a gladiator. If making love to this woman was a battle then I clearly was in one.

  She attempted to grab me around the neck to kiss me but her attempt was a failure as she was so lost in pleasure she couldn’t focus or aim. Again her head folded backwards and her groin shaking.

“Fuck! Fuck! .. Fuck! …. Fuck …. …. Fuuuck!

That orgasm was so intense she clamped her knees towards each other so hard they nearly choked the oxygen out of my neck. Another small squirt. Not as much as previously but definitely a lot more than any other orgasm. Again more juices dripping down my balls adding to an even bigger wet spot on the sheets.

She could aim right the second time so she put her arms around my neck. Raising her own head closer to mine. Our lips touched, kissing with pure passion. Our eyes opened.

Nearly out of breath trying to get the words out.

“You are amazing my love”

I didn’t even reply. I just gave a grin then smiled. I was too out of breath myself as if I just finished a short marathon.

She pulled me closer again followed by another kiss. This time longer as no one wanted to remove their lips.

I had sweat so much I made my own wet spots on the bed. It was difficult to know which spots was whose. Being exhausted I lied down next to her, facing each other. I needed a moment to recover.

Staring at each other she put her hand on my face followed by rubbing her fingers through my hair. Her face so close to mine our noses made contact. She looked me in the eyes, staring into my soul.

“I love you babe, you know that. I missed you just as much.”

Her hand on my cheek rubbing her thumb over my lip, giving a smile keeping eye contact.

“And I am yours, only yours.”

If it was acceptable for a man to shed a tear I would’ve. Instead I kept my composure trying to hide the uncomfortable sensation in my throat.

She climbed over me with her legs bend and spread apart in the cowgirl position. I maneuvered my body so I can lay flat on my back. She proceeded to put one hand on my chest to support her weight and the other hand was placed on my balls, caressing them. She leaned forward and gave me another kiss. I could feel her moving into my neck, kissing it as few times then whispers in my ear.

“I love you so much my love, let me take care of you now.”

I put my hands on her tits. She grabs them and pins them down above my head.

“No, you don’t move” she instructed with a smile. So I complied.

The one hand she replaced back on my chest and the other she grabs my dick, stroking it a few times. Using a finger she slowly, sensationally slides it up my shaft twice. Her finger on my special spot caressing it and my dick twitching.

“My spot” it came from her with a massive grin and serious look in her eyes.

She knew exactly where my special spot was. The area by the glands where the arrow part of the penis is. It’s the spot where the  string piece of skin is connected between the shaft and the head. I being circumcised I never lost sensation there. Ever since I told her about it she could never leave it alone. I didn’t care either it felt too damn good every time.

With a grip over my dick she placed it by her opening. Not exactly ready to enter yet she had to maneuver herself to the right angle so my dick could enter without discomfort. Sliding it in was no problem as she still had lubrication left inside her. Fuck, she was still tight. She wanted me, there was no denial. She was riding it very slowly, on purpose to tease me and to let me feel how wet she still was. I could feel how she clinched her ass cheeks as she was riding. She could see in my face I was enjoying this very much. Her hand still massaging my balls, I was being spoiled like a king.

After riding me for a while and we both being lost in this heaven we were in she stopped, dead not moving a muscle. She looked at me with a peculiar grin. I knew that look. She got an idea. Lifting herself with my dick sliding out I didn’t like that very much. Pushing against my chest she lifted herself and moved her leg over me turning around. “Fuck me, reverse cowgirl” I said to myself.

She knew this position was one of the most intense ones for me as it worked on the right region of my dick where my special spot   was. It also made me cum quicker and a lot more intense.

Positioned comfortably in cowgirl position she started teasing me intensely by massaging my balls with one hand and caressing my special spot with the other. My body reacted by pressing upwards with my pelvis and my dick twitching. Every single time she touched that spot my dick would twitch.

When she was done teasing me she took my dick and slid it between her lips again as close to the shaft as she could. She liked that a lot for some reason. Gripping with one hand on my leg below the knee cap and the other still on my balls she started riding me. No need to go to slow this time as she was wet enough to take it. The sensation of the increased sensitivity made me flex my abdominal muscles.

I had my hands on her thighs pushing back and forth with the same rhythm she was moving. The view from my angle was a piece of art. Her back arched straight and the dimples on her lower back were popping out every time she was riding backwards. Her head also dropped back; clearly she was enjoying it as much as I was. The juices dripping down my balls were an even better sign.

The grip on my leg was being released and she moved her hand to put it on her pussy. Oh shit I knew what her intentions were. As she was playing with my balls she was playing with herself as well while still holding balance as she was riding my dick. A sequence of motions in a rhythmic order. Oh my fucking god, when a woman plays with herself while riding my dick it makes it even harder. That woman was doing everything I loved.

Her moaning and speed increased drastically. She was riding me so hard she almost fell of balance. How she didn’t squeeze the life out of my balls was a miracle.

“Aaaaaaaaaaah! Fuck!! Ahhhaaaaa!!”

She came again. Even though it was immensely intense for her and her juices was squirting out her love tunnel she kept going. She must have really wanted to ride my dick. Everything super wet she kept riding and moaning. That woman was possessed by some kind of sex demon. She couldn’t stop and I didn’t want her to. The sensation on my dick became sensitively unbearable but I had to take it like a man.

 My moans got louder and my balls started to shrink. She started to push so hard it was as if she wanted to ride my dick all the way back to my throat. I was getting very close and she knew it, she knew my body. For a split second an idea popped into my head and my intentions changed. There was no way I was going to finish now. I had another grand finale in mind.

I grabbed her on the side of her chest next to her tits and pushed her off me so hard it looked like an attempt to throw her. It happened so quick there wasn’t even a moment to resist. A complete look of shock and disbelief on her face. If there ever was a “what the fuck?” look that would be it. 

I climbed off the bed and stood at the edge facing her. I pulled her closer and folded her legs around me, as if we were in missionary position again. I bend forward putting my chest on hers and folding my arms around her. She reacted by holding on with her arms around me.

“Hold on babe” I instructed.

I picked her up. I’ve done this a few times before and it was one of the things that turned her on a lot. To be picked up and carried to the bed like a Viking would do his woman. The deadlifts in the gym had paid off.

The first and most comfortable place I could find was my closet next to the bed. I took a step or two and pushed her up against it. I pushed so hard it nearly felt like the damn thing was falling apart. I moved one of my hands underneath her ass for a better grip to lift, the other I took my dick and moved it to the right spot so I could enter her. The moment her wet and still hungry pussy swallowed my entire dick I replaced that hand to grip her other ass cheek. I could then use all my strength to hold her up. Her hands folded around my neck and her face in my neck I could feel her bite it slightly when I entered her.

My pelvis started thrusting her, my ass doing most of the work. That was our first time of me doing her against a vertical surface. A new memory was being made.

I increased my rhythm and pushed harder. I can’t remember what were louder, her moans or the sound of her being pushed against the closet. No one said a word I just kept holding her up and pumping my love stick in and out of her. That kept on for quite a few strokes then I could feel her juices flowing down my balls again. I doubt that I have ever felt her so wet as on that day.

She moved a hand to my ass cheek and assisted by pushing with every thrust I made. A sturdy grip she had on what she could feel was a tight muscular ass like that of a race horse.

Behind us was a huge mirror on the wall. What a sight it was for her to behold as she looked over my shoulder. Her being completely dominated as she was being pushed against the wall, my dick balls deep down her shaft. She could see the muscles of my ass trusting her. The buff and yet ripped tone of my big arms holding her. My calves flexing as my body pushed. The tone of my back and the muscular V shapes. All of them popping out with every thrust I made inside her. By what she was looking at in the mirror she was being fucked by a Greek god. She became even wetter the longer she stared.

With the sweat dripping down my face, the increased noise of my moans and the intensified look on my face she knew I was close. She couldn’t do anything about it and didn’t know if she wanted to either. She was powerless being dominated by a man taking what he wanted and finding her lost in the ecstasy of pleasure and making love.

I was pumping as hard and fast as I could, as many times as I could. My balls started to shrink again. My ass numb of the hard work it had to endure. My dick was so sensitive there was a slight sense of discomfort yet still pleasurable.

For a moment there was silence, a second that felt like more.

Every muscle in my body intensely flexed. I lowered my legs slightly, pushed my ass back slightly more. I gripped with my hands as strong as I could, then I took a deep breath.

My face had the expression of a demon about to attack, the veins on it popping out. I gave one final thrust, everything I had pushing her as strong as I could and my dick as deep as it could go.

“Fuuuuuuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuck!

I wasn’t about to quite. After the moment of that hard and deep thrust had past I kept thrusting and pushing her against the closet. With every thrust I gave I moaned “Fuck!” in her ear followed by string of my cum pumping inside her. All in the same rhythm. That kept on for about like ten thrusting moments.

I wasn’t allowed to cum inside her at all. She mostly swallowed it but that time I didn’t give a flying fuck. She was mine and I hers. I was taking her like I’ve been fantasizing about for a long time. I wasn’t just emptying my balls inside her I was also giving a part of my soul to her. The angry part of monster that was raging inside me. The man that was broken and angry at the world. Hope that seemed to be lost. The self-blame I couldn’t handle. Being lost and not finding a sense of redemption. All those disappeared. Who would have thought that an ejaculation inside the woman I was in love with would take it all away.

With a futile attempt I was still thrusting, my balls already drained. My arms had barely enough strength to hold on. My lungs out of breath I used what energy I had left and carried her to the bed with her legs still folded around me. I couldn’t even lay her down gently, I basically let her fall with me following on top. The white foam of our mixed bodily fluids was dripping out of her fucked pussy and smearing off my dick onto the the sheets.

I was completely drained. I could barely lift myself up. I just laid on top of her proud of myself. She started kissing me in the neck while moving her fingers through my hair, covered with sweat and all she didn’t mind. It was a moment of piece and exchanging love. A moment that brought relief. Not a relief from the energy and fluids spent but a release of what it was we had each cropped up inside.

With her other hand she held on to my face pointing it towards her so we could make eye contact. She kissed me on the lips. Just one kiss, a long deep one. With her staring into my eyes, looking into the soul of a renewed man that never stopped loving her came her final words.

“You made me so angry babe but my fucking hell, how much I love you. I am yours and you are mine. Always.”

    Later that day she had to go home. At twenty five years old she still wasn’t allowed by her parents to sleep over, an act I desperately craved. I spent the rest of that day with the mindset that all has been restored and I had redeemed myself.

The next day while busy with daily chores at home I finely got a message from her. It was the kind of message no man ever wants to read. By the way she wrote I could see she was broken and in pain. She gave a few reasons as to why things between us wouldn’t work out, some understandable, others excuses. The biggest one was about her parents constantly making her life miserable about how she deserved better and I wasn’t good enough. A tale as old as time, the one a lot of us will know. Added to that I wasn’t welcome in their home and that I would never receive her father’s blessing. That one was a shame because I had already picked out the engagement ring and I had stared to put some money away for it. I never told her that. For over fourteen months her parents rode her ass about this, even after everything I had done for her, going out of my way.

I sat down on the couch, curled up feeling I could punch a wall. That time I acted out of stoicism, something I have failed to do times before. One of the many mistakes I have regret for ten times over. Pain caused to a man by unconditional love to is like cutting out his heart and throwing it into a fire.

It was completely over, the last straw. I lost a part of me that day. The part of my soul I pumped inside her the previous day wasn’t the only part of me that stayed behind. One does not simply pair bond and separate without loss. I knew she was genuinely in love with me and I with her. She was the only one I open up for and allowed inside. The only person I let myself be vulnerable with.

Many changes occurred during our time together. Being a man with many walls and fears they all changed because of her. I isolated myself from the idea that love is real. I rejected the idea that I was worthy of love, even more from a woman like her.  I convinced myself that I was made to be alone and not capable of marriage. The cocoon I placed myself in got tore open and the lies and walls wiped away by the love and burning desire from a good and caring woman. The monster that had grown in me from many years of suffering and hardship got tamed. I was truly happy. I was at peace; well mostly if you remove the influence from her parents.

That time it was different after our breakup. In the days of the ‘old me’ I would return into anger and hate for the world. I would isolate myself into a situation of short term gratification and meaningless sex. I would find a way to cope with the pain, even at the expense of hurting others. I was that man no longer.

I was glad she took that part of me with her. I consider it a worthy reward for losing a part of myself to a wonderful woman I could see becoming my wife. A woman who changed me into a better man, a man I hope to stay.

I was gravely convinced it had to be just as unbearable for her, even worse. I was her first everything. Her first boyfriend, the first guy in whose arms she fell asleep, the first guy she was naked in front of, the first dick she tasted in her mouth, her first fuck obviously and the most honorable one of all, her first love.

I wish I could hear her voice, smell her hair and taste her lips just one more time. The one thing I considered the most valuable of all was to see that woman grow. To be there as I saw the woman she had become. The woman she was mean to be, to live her true potential. I groomed her to be the ideal lover to a man. A kind of lover a king will sacrifice his kingdom for just to spend one night with. I did that, a rewarding exchange for becoming the man I did.  That part of her will always be mine. I may have lost a part of myself to her but I gained a part of her which is ever valuable.

As for me, I was doing okay after that. The silence and loneliness got to me. Not waking up to a “good morning my handsome” message fucking broke me. Not knowing if she was okay and coping broke me further. The immediate silence was like a death sentence. Every day I wished she could just let me know she was okay, but not a word from her. That shit was hard to deal with. I had no choice but to do as what I was so familiar with doing over and over in my life. I had to heal and pick myself up from rock bottom again.

The tale of her is one of the very few I will cherish close to my heart until my end. There still is a belief in me that we are meant to be, maybe not now but someday. We were nearly perfect for each other. She was one of the best things to happen in my life. I know people say this all the time, but in my case it is the Godly honest truth. I hope that one day she can heal and forgive me. When she is ready, really ready, she will come and find me.