Here. With me

Latifah's POV

I knew it was him immediately he spoke my name. No one said it like he did. Pronouncing every syllable like a ritual, like it was an ancient chant. All this years later and I could still feel his love for him in his voice.

He gripped my hips as he slams into me. It hurts but also feels good. I can’t catch my breath. Between his dick in my ass and the vibrator in my pussy, I’m having trouble focusing.

At first, it felt like I needed to go to the bathroom. My body wanted me to push against it, to refuse him. But then he started to move and Goddamn, fu*ck if it didn’t feel good.

Immediately I was sure he was the one, I knew exactly what I needed him to do. It was all so fu*cking surreal that I met him here.

“Do you feel how deep in your ass I am, Latifah?” he growls in my ear. His green eyes are locked on my watery ones in the mirror. “How fucking tight it is?”

My hips are slammed into the side of the counter, my back arched at an odd angle, and my limbs secured in the handcuffs.

My tits are smashed underneath me, already making it hard to breathe.

“Fuck,” he growls, his hands gripping my hair, making my scalp tingle.

“Your ass feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock.” I manage to suck in a deep breath. “I always knew it would. I've always wanted you, Latifah.”

My face is just inches from the mirror, and every time I breathe, a fog covers it before disappearing and getting replaced almost immediately since I. Was breathing so fast. His hand in my hair is the only thing preventing my face from hitting the glass with each thrust.

Everything feels so intense. He feels ten times bigger than when he’s in my pussy. Sweat covers my back and my chest, my body starting to slip around on the marble counter. My drunkenness totally forgotten.

My hands have gone numb from the handcuffs wrapped around my wrists, but I can’t help it. My body is reacting to Donald's ’s dick in my ass and vibrator in my pussy.

My lips fall open on a moan, and my eyes close. The sound of his body slapping mine fills the room, and so do his grunts.

They turn me on even more. The fact that he’s enjoying himself makes me even wetter. I could not have planned this any better.

I could not have arranged to be here and with him like this, but fuck if I would not take every opportunity to receive what I have been denied since forever.

My pussy clenches the toy he slipped inside me, and I’m pretty sure I’m drooling, unable to close my mouth.

My eyes catch Donald's reflection in the mirror, and the way he looks, It’s primal. As if he can’t control himself. He needed to take it. Just like we had talked about and imagined as teenagers.

It feels like total surrender. I’m giving him the last bit of me that I have to offer. The lady bit that I could summon after everything that had happened to me. I was surrendering to him. I close my completely take it in.

He lets go of my hair with one hand and wraps it around my neck. “Open your eyes,” he demands with a growl. “You’re going to fucking watch!”

I open my heavy eyes, fresh tears roll out of them. The thought hit me hard, I love him. I’m not even sure why I’m crying, it was happy news.  It doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. Maybe because it was with him. It had to be.

As My body tenses involuntarily, an unfamiliar feeling starting to build between my legs. My pussy and my ass start to pulsate with contractions. They crawl throughout my body like a million spiders, a huge explosion starting to build.

Donald's holds me tighter, and the room seems to fade away, my vision going dark even though my eyes are open. I feel like I’m spinning, body shivering.

“That’s it, Latifah.” I hear his voice roughly in my ear as I do exactly what he said I would do, and come, a sound so unreal erupts from my lips.

A wave so heavy and hot rushes over me, taking away what little breath I had.

My body goes slack, and he slams into my ass. His dick pulses inside me as he too comes.

Pulling out of me, I whimper. Then he removes the vibrator, throwing it to the floor. It continues to stay on as he rips a towel draped over a silver rod and wipes between my shaking legs, cleaning me up.

Then undoes the handcuffs. I don’t even have the strength to get up off the counter. The side of my face sits in my tears and sweat on the marble.

He grabs my shoulders, pulling me to a standing position just in time to pick me up before I can collapse to the floor and carries me to the bedroom. He sits with his back against the headboard and pulls me into his lap.

My body is shaking so badly, I feel like I’m having a seizure. I have no control of my motor skills whatsoever. I realize I’m still crying when I lick my lips and taste the tears.

“Shh.” He rocks me back and forth gently. One arm wrapped around my body, the other running down the side of my head. “You did great, Latifah.” He kisses my hair. “Such a good girl. You did great. It's alright now. Everything is alright”

I grip the shirt he still wears and bury my face into it, closing my eyes tightly, unable to control my emotions either. It was alright. He was here, with me. Everything was indeed alright.