Free Man of the Year by Bianca Giovanni Page A

all of me. Her muscles are relaxed enough that there’s no pain in her expression, which is a relief, and she looks both aroused and delighted. Nice!
    “I love you, Lola,” I whisper to her.
    “I love you too,” she softly replies.
    I kiss her as I start gently rocking my pelvis, slowly, patiently sliding in and out of her in careful thrusts. Fuckin’ amazing! I love sex with Lola normally, but not having to use a condom makes this shit totally intense—almost as intimate as the very first time.
    Normally, I’d get a little more leverage by pushing up on my hands so I can get more range of motion, but this time I want to be close to her, to be right up on her so I can watch her and look in her sparkly, beautiful eyes.
    She starts making these soft, sweet little moans and I kiss her neck a few times before moving back up and running my nose along hers. Yes, baby, it feels just as good for me.
    She puts her arms around my waist, pressing me closer. She’s panting and her lips are right by my ear, so I can hear those perfect little whimpers as our bodies move in unison.
    Her next exhale is trembly and her fingertips grip me tighter.
    That’s right, beautiful girl. You know I’ll always make you feel good.
    She’s close. She’s totally close. She looks into my eyes and I can see everything building up. Any second now …
    “Yes, Lola,” I whisper against her lips. “Come for me, baby.”
    That does it. Sometimes I feel like she’s waiting for me to say stuff like that before she comes, like I can cue her.
    She throws her head back, her neck arching in a way that makes it perfectly kissable. Her arms grip me tightly and her legs wrap around me as she pushes me deeper with her heels. I cradle the back of her head and tilt her mouth so I can kiss her. She whimpers and pants against my lips and I totally love it. Everything shakes, every muscle in her body—and I mean every muscle. She’s even tighter and I can feel the way she pulses as she milks me like her body is instinctually trying to get me there as fast as possible.
    Her breath comes out in staccato gasps as she takes my face in her hands and locks eyes with me.
    “I … love … you,” she whimpers. I can tell that it’s taking a lot of effort for her to form a sentence—and that was the most perfect sentence anyone could have ever said.
    “Oh! I love you, Lo!” I moan, totally losing all control and erupting into her with a force I never knew I had.
    She’s pumping me with those little contractions that tell me she’s still heavy in the throes of her orgasm. Everything’s tight and quivering and it feels out-fuckin’-rageously good.
    When I have nothing left, I feel shaky and I collapse onto her. I can still feel her fluttering inside every now and then as she slowly comes down from it. I pant into her neck and her hair as she softly, lovingly strokes her fingers up and down my back. It’s really soothing when she does this and I always love it. She knows what kind of stuff I really dig just like I know what kind of stuff she really digs, so we’re a match made in fuckin’ heaven when it comes to sex.
    It takes me a little while to even form some kind of rational thoughts again and I look at her like I don’t even have the words to tell her how much she means to me. I don’t. I can’t even attempt to phrase it in some sort of understandable way.
    When I start to pull out, her legs lock around me and she holds me in place.
    “Stay,” she whispers. “Stay for just a second longer.”
    That makes me smile so wide my cheeks hurt. She let me come inside her and how she wants me to stay there, keeping me locked with her so she can memorize the feeling.
    I’m overcome and I scoop her up in my arms, careful not to break the connection as I sit her on my lap. Her legs are on either side of me and mine are crossed underneath her. It’s got a yoga-Kama-Sutra-tantric-zen intimacy vibe and I’ve always liked holding her this way.
    “I love you