Júlia and Heitor were completely naked, she on his lap, with his shaft inside her, gyrating while locking eyes with him.
He sighed with excitement and another feeling he couldn’t yet identify; it was intense, pleasant to feel, something so different from what he had felt before, that filled him up, made him feel alive, as he hadn’t felt for ages.
“Little one, you do this so well,” he whispered, while feeling her body rise and fall, and looking deep into her eyes, his mind already telling him that those moments with her were necessary and he didn’t want to give them up, nor her.
“Heitor... only God knows how much I wanted this. I’m living the dream, you are my dream,” she whispered amidst moans.
“Say it, I want to hear you say it...”
“I love you, Heitor, I love you so much,” she said,
