I know he'll stop as soon as I do, so I decide we'll keep going all night. I don't want to see him in pain, but I love it when he calls my name, I love it when he looks at me and rolls his eyes. He's aching with desire when he sees me aching with desire.

It's so cruel, how much we fit together, how perfect we are together. It's so cruel, but I love to keep going, right here on his cock. Over and over. I know he loves it when I reach the edge of orgasm and just delay the inevitable.

We've been here for a while now, we didn't cum last night, just turning each other on, for hours too. We're addicted to each other's bodies, he makes me wet the bed and soak him, I make him wet inside me. It's deafening how much I want him, how much I imagine us both losing our cool, how much I imagine us both going to the edge, without limits.

I know that if I propose to stay with him until the end of the year, just avoiding this orgasm will be something that will make us sensitive, because I can remember. It was interesting last time... If I remember correctly.

He was lying down, I had one leg over his leg. At some point, I felt his erection, but I didn't say anything, just teasing him, just making him even harder. I slowly rubbed his cock with my calf, until I had my foot on top of him.

At some point he looked at me, between his heavy breathing, I knew he was lost. I just wanted to make him cum, but he didn't want to. We hadn't cum in a month, and he was firm in the idea of ​​lasting until the next month. It was so exciting, so crazy, it made me want more, at the same time it took me to the limit and got me close to cumming.

I wanted him to lose, but I didn't want to lose so easily with him.

He took my leg off, pulled me by the hip, gave me such a good kiss, made me tremble in my place, get wet in the next second. And then he rubbed himself against me, until I was about to lose. His pants were wet, after he pulled my panties to the side and stuck two fingers in, I knew we were going to enter a delicious battle.

I'm his, he's mine. We do each other so well. But we can't cum.

That night was long, he played with me, I played with him. We reached the limit so many times, it's impossible to say when we really came out of it. All I can say is that we didn't cum. At some point we fell asleep, and I know that the next day we'll be connected, so sensitive.

After a few days, I already feel like my limit is approaching, I miss cumming with him. But he doesn't want to anymore, he's torturing me. We'll reach a moment when there'll be no way to avoid it anymore, but I play with him.

He's rubbing against me, almost making me lose it, his eyes are on my body, as are his hands, I know he feels how goosebumps I have. I'm losing it, flirting with my orgasm. When he slides in, I feel how it's pulsing, it's so good.

Under his gaze, I feel my body getting close, but I don't lose it yet.

We stay like this for a while, for days, for months. It's almost Christmas, I feel like he wants to celebrate, only now everything is so much more delicate. Everything seems so much more fragile, and cumming would seem like something so significant. What have we done? We should have cummed all these days, all these months.

We've been doing nothing for a while, it's already Christmas, I'm sitting on the porch, in his lap, enjoying the refreshing air of the summer night. It's something so peaceful, almost as if we weren't burning a few hours ago, for each other.

At the end of the night, he kneels down, looks me in the eyes, tells me he loves me. I'm fascinated, I love him. He asks me to marry him, and I'm his forever. I say yes.

That night is so good, it becomes a morning, it lasts until the afternoon, when night comes we're still loving each other.

-Cum with me. Please, my love, cum with me.

It's that simple, under his gaze, the stars in his eyes, show me that I'm safe, show me that I'll want him forever. I cum hard on his cock, which comes towards me, loving me, swallowing me, he's hungry, he takes advantage of my tightness, as if he had begged for it for a long time.

He cums with me and I'm happy again, I'm infinite again. We're the best of both of us.

The end comes, I feel his embrace. And then I hear his smile. He needs more.

We cum once more, just because we're sensitive. We cum again, because we feel that endless heat growing. After a while, we remember to eat, take a shower. Breathe a little, but he's hard, seeing me naked around the house. We need it one more time, cumming feels so good. I feel melted by him, I feel so soft. He drained me, I drained him.

I feel his cum dripping out of me, it's the best moment of my life.