What she's been wanting for a long time now.

“I’ve…” David trails off, looking at how close they are, and swallows. “Honestly, Glimmer. It’s impossible to get off without thinking about you.”

Glimmer lets out a small giggle, kissing his chin. “So, what does that mean, exactly?”

David seems to hesitate on his following words; the idea of telling the truth about his… "dilemma" makes him sheepish. Glimmer presses herself against him and coos, persisting with her earlier question. “Whenever I jerk off, I just think about our session.*

Glimmer lets out another giggle, leaning closer while she goes to lift his shirt. “That’s kind of hot, David.”

“Kind of embarrassing,” David admits, helping her lift his shirt before going to do the same with her. “Don’t tell me that’s hot.”

“David,” Glimmer considers her words next, biting her lips as she tugs at his belt, undoing it. “I’ve had dreams about us, so I would say that’s any less embarrassing to me than that.”

A deep, but withheld chuckle burbles from David’s throat as he laughs. “You’ve had dreams of me? Of us?” he throws her shirt beside them. He doesn’t rip off her bra or immediately strip her of her skirt. Instead, he steps back, admiring her. “You are… as perfect as I remember, Glim.”

She prems at her new nickname, even if he isn’t the first person to call her that. She grins like a teen as he showers her with more honest compliments. “Your hair is cute, too. IS that what you really look like?”

“It’s… darker,” Glimmer admits. “I had it done earlier today. Do- do you like the tinsel?”

David twists one of the strands and nods. “It’s cute. Very festive.”

“Oh,” she grins. “Thank you. I was hoping you’d like it.”

He reaches around and unzips her skirt, and she leans forward to help with the reach. She closes her eyes, praying this is real, even though she already knows it is. The fireplace snaps, and their reflection illuminates the outside world behind David, the background glowing with snowfall and lights. Very easily, she could cry, but she doesn’t…

Her skirt falls, and only warmth cascades around her. Her stockings keep her appearance a little more lewd than it should be, but David takes tthoseoff her, as well. Glimmer takes his hand and leads him to the couch, both stark in their underwear, as soon as she pulls his jeans off. She had hundreds of questions she intended to ask him. “What position should we do first?” Glimmer asked.

He swallows. “How long are you?”

“7 days,” she whispers, staring up at him. She wraps his legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “Why does that matter?”

“We shouldn’t rush anything we do then,” he swallows, rubbing her sides, admiring her youthful frame, pert chest, and outlining her augmentations. “How about I take you from the top this time?”

“You’re so stupid,” she grinned, smiling as she blushed. This was just like her dream. “I’d love that…”

“You’re stupid,” David counters, rubbing her cheek before cupping it. “I swear, you haven’t stopped smiling this entire time.”

Glimmer hadn’t noticed the natural smile that’s been plastered on her lips for… However long she’d been smiling. In fact, when she blinked, she didn’t even notice that she’d been crying, too. Her heart pounded and throbbed as she became emotionally charged with a kind of intensity she couldn’t describe. What was this feeling in her chest?

“Love makes me stupid,” she whispers. “You’re not that much better, David.”

She looks down as she struggles with his entry after he moves her panties aside, so she reaches down and gets him appropriately aligned, his tip finding purchase between her pink slit, which eagerly swallows and grips him. He shivers and lets out a hot gasp when he feels himself quickly enveloped. Her toes curl as she curses with a heated breath.

He snickers slightly, listening to her breathing while he plummets to the hilt. Glimmer’s too lost in the sensation to comment at first, but then squints at him, letting out a raspy breath. “What is it?”

“You’re a cheesy romantic.” his throat is raw with desire, but split between her face and pussy.

Glimmer’s throat closes, and a whimper comes out as she feels his balls press against the bottom of her ass. She can’t repeat anything; it’s too much for her already, and despite all the sessions she had with others, larger or not, she feels her orgasm chasing her ability to be coherent.

She feels David pumping, thrusting. She hears David panting, grunting. Underneath it, however. She’s also panting, her fingers are clawing at his back, pulling him forward as he thrusts better than anyone’s ever done before.

David keeps fucking her, his nuts beating gently against Glimmer at every pass as his own intensity grows. Her vision is unfocused, at first at the ceiling, watching the shadows from the fire dance on the walls, but she finds his gaze, and all attention is brought back to him. He’s looking at her again, that little detail making this so much more intimate. “I love you,” she beckons, the same response. She repeats it; this time, her voice breaks into a wonderful sob. “I love you fucking much, David. I want this every day. Every hour. Fuck! You’re–! You–?!”

Despite trying to entice David to say back, to maybe even cum, Glimmer finds herself losing control first, spraying hot squirt over his lower torso while she screams, absentmindedly thankful of the soundproof build of the suite.

For some reason, she thought he’d cum first if she said this, but he’s too much, and her love makes her too fragile. She’s cumming already, a second time, this time she’s locked up and her voice shatters into a whisper, moaning his name as he pumps faster, and faster. Her nails dig deeper, begging with **** to go quicker and fulfill her dreams for… whatever this was. She

can feel David trying to pull out, but this makes her legs lock and pull him back in, denying him the consideration of keeping her womb empty. “Inside,” she whimpers. “Inside, inside, inside.”

David almost says “no,” but instead indulges her desires like he had been for only a handful of minutes and unleashes a torrent of hot sperm inside of her. “God… fucking… shit…!”

Glimmer’s eyes crossed and roll, it wasn’t easy to describe how good it felt. Orgasmic goes without saving, and heavenly seems too much for how crude this was. She just holds her breath and lets out short breaths, accompanied by tight curses while her toes flex. “I hope… you’re not done,” she murmurs.

“Are you going to do something else?” He asks between breaths, his forehead dripping with sweat now.

“We can get a little kinky,” she says, pulling him down for a passionate kiss. She wiggles, stroking his softening member to stiffness again. Cum seeping out between the gaps before David’s erect again. “How about doggy?”

He moans, primarily due to her pussy gripping his cock, but also a slight complaint to her breaking the kiss. When his eyes open, heseess her tongue collecting the spit from her bottom lip while staring.

David swallows, tasing her while focusing on her chest as it rises and falls, still covered by a bra. “Take this fucking thing off me,” she moans, arching her back for easier access. David doesn’t need to be told she means, but he takes it a step further and snaps the waistband of her panties to discard. He keeps the stockings on, though. Apparently, he likes how that looks beneath him.

They shuffled until she was animal-like, on her hands and knees like a dog. David doesn’t see a bitch or a whore, though. Just a lover who’s more willing to show she feels about it than he. His mind reels as he watches her lower and arch, getting in prime positioning for the pounding he knew he was going to deliver. She wiggles, beckoning him.

This time, he doesn’t need help getting in. He slips in easily, her squirt and his cum making his penis slide in with unreal ease. Glimmer says no words, but the way her pussy hugs around him is enough. He starts with easy-going thrusts. There’s no timing, or worry, or anything outside their circle of sex. It feels like they’ve never stopped, despite being apart for so long.

The sound of naked flesh clashing fills the room. Wet, needy, and everlasting. They moan together as one, sharing even that. Faster. Faster. Faster. More. More. More. There’s cooing exchanged, a tender cat calls while Glimmer goes on a soft orgasm that neither side truly notices.

“Keep going,” Glimmer gasps, worrying for no reason about David stopping, even for a breath.

“I’m close,” she whimpers, unaware she’s on her fourth squirting spree since they’ve started.

A rubbed puddle of sex spreads across the couch. Their thighs are wet. Their waistlines are drenched. Their palms are covered in sweat, while more sweat runs down their foreheads and bare backs.

David shivers, feeling a rush of warmth jetting from his shaft and straight into her pussy. He’s cumming, perhaps for the third time now, as Glimmer lets out a **** gasp. “Fuck~!! D- David!!!”

The burst is swift. It’s long. And all rhythm is shattered. “I love you!” He shouts, gushing within her overstimulated tunnel, and falls to her back. “Fuck. Glimmer… I… I love you so much…”

He slips out and grabs her as they fall to the carpet, exhausted, feeling the weight of just 30 minutes of lovemaking finally crash down on them. She’s on top, hot, and wet with not just sweat. She lies there, coiled, happy, content. Finally together. In Glimmer’s head, she thanks David for this, but she’s asleep, and his eyes are shut softly, murmuring promises and more sex and expressions of love…