She won’t stop moaning she keeps repeating my name and “oh god” and “fuck”. It’s the sexiest thing I have ever heard/seen. God, I knew this would be amazing. I knew we should wait. It feels so good. God, I am so going to marry this girl. She’s perfect, just PERFECT.

            “I’m so close,” she mumbles and I tell her that I know and reiterate that I can feel her getting tight and I tell her to just come on my hand. I curl my fingers and hit the spot.

            “Ash,” she moans, and she almost sounds like she’s scared, but I know she’s not. “Ahhhhhhh!,” and with that, she comes all over my hand. I feel some juices coming out of her as they run down my fingers, which are still moving inside of her. “Mmmm,” I groan. I still keep moving my fingers and I let her ride out her intense orgasm.

            “Oh god, oh, Ash.”

            “Spencer…” I sigh.

            She is so out of breath, “God, it feels so good,” she lets me know and I am slowly starting to decrease the speed of my thrusts. Her hair is sticking to her sweaty forehead and I can tell that this is an orgasm she will remember for the rest of her life.

            When I remove my wet fingers, I make sure she’s looking as I put them in my mouth and suck her juices off of them. “That’s so hot,” she said.

            “No, what was so hot was watching you come for me,” I smile

            “What was so hot…ahh…” she pauses because I dipped my head down low and started licking the wetness that was left, especially the little bit on her thighs. “Ahhh…ah…what was so hot…was you fucking you. You being inside of me.”

            “I love you,” I kiss her when I am finished licking up all her juices, so that she can taste herself. “You make me so happy, Spencer.” She smiles and brings me into another kiss. After we kiss for a moment or so, I just hold on to her. I just want to feel her body against mine. I bury my head into her neck and she places her head against my shoulder.

            We remain like this, and we cuddle for about ten minutes or so before she turns to me and wonders, “Hey, can I ask you something?”

            “Of course, babe.”

            “Can you tell me more about those fantasies you had? It turns me on hearing you talk like that,” she smirks, “and I kind of want to help make some of them come true,” and with that, she runs her finger along my slit, “You’re wet.”

            Oh, how I love this girl.