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He doesn’t respond, just presses his pelvis against mine, nudging against my clit just right.

My body feels boneless, but my clit, having been woken up by the sex, makes itself known again.

"I’m going to make you come on my cock so I can feel you milk me," he says, alternating between my nipples, giving each one equal attention with his tongue.

The slick between my thighs makes me wonder if it’s possible to get any more out of him.

"I’m going to keep filling you Delilah, until you beg me to stop because you can’t hold any more of my cum."

Heat floods me, my ears feel like they fill with water. How do his words do this to me?

"Can you feel that?" he asks, rolling his pelvis as he pulls out a little, dragging his first load out with him, and then thrustingback in hard enough to make me gasp. "Can you feel how hard you’ve got me again already. My balls are so heavy. I’ve not emptied them since before the wedding. I was saving it all for you."

Oh...oh.

"Now you’re full of my hot cum and I’m going to make you sum so hard that you drag the rest of it out of my heavy balls. I want your pretty pussy to completely empty me. Drain me of everything."

I can’t think. I can’t move. I feel like my brain has entered another dimension entirely while my body stays here on the kitchen floor and turns into nothing but a puddle of pleasure.

He drags out of me slowly again, right to the tip, and then thrusts back in, hitting the spot that women talk about in magazines, but I didn’t know I had.

My mouth opens on a silent ‘O’ and my eyes go wide.

"That’s it Delilah, take my cock like a good girl." His eyes are on me, I can feel them, and the praise makes my body respond in ways I never expected. "I’m going to have you whimpering on my cock, cum starved and desperate to be filled every night."

Okay. I say it in my head, because my words aren’t working right now.

"Your pussy is already quivering, it knows what it wants. What it needs."

Yes.

"Take it, Delilah, take what you need." He is easing in and out of me at a gentler pace than before, making sure to roll against my clit with every thrust. "Milk me so I can fill you again. You’re mine, Delilah. You’re mine. Do you hear me?"

I can’t nod or talk. The best I can give him is to look directly into his eyes and hope he can see my answer.

His rhythm picks up.

"Look how well you take my thick cock," he grunts. He continues talking dirty, but only some of the words break through. "...take…fuck yes…so hot…tight…full of my cum…bounce…"

Then the world around me shatters like glass. Or maybe it’s me. I don’t even know. All I know is that my body isn’t my own anymore and there’s someone screaming.

My stomach clenches and lifts me up, my arms come around Jasper’s neck and hold on. That’s when I realize it’s me. I’m screaming.

His words aren’t words anymore. They’re the desperate sounds of a man coming apart. It sounds almost painful but I can’t separate myself from the pleasure enough to check he is okay. All I can do is ride it out on his cock as it throbs inside my channel.

We’re both twitching and panting when he softens and slips from inside me. I whimper at the loss, the soreness it’s left behind.

He kisses my forehead and steps away briefly, grabbing some kitchen roll and wetting it beneath the faucet.

He presses it against me while I’m still coming down from wherever the hell I just was.

"You’re amazing, Delilah," he says. "You did so well taking me like that for the first time. Like you were made for me."

I want to say something, but I still can’t. Instead I lie there and let him soothe my sore pussy while he drops kisses over whichever bit of my skin is nearest to him.

"You’re perfect." Kiss. "So perfect." Kiss. "Everything I could have ever dreamed of." Kiss.

I gradually come back into myself. Cell by cell, it feels like, and every single one of them changed forever.