I was harder than I could ever reme

I was harder than I could ever remember being, and I wanted to bury myself in her over and over again. I reached her mouth and dragged my wet thumb across her cheek when she pulled me down to her, every inch of our naked bodies aligned.
We kissed frantically, hands seeking and grasping as we tried to get as close as possible. Our hips rocked together, my cock sliding against her soaking heat. Each pass along her clit elicited a moan. With one tiny move, I could be deep inside.
And I wanted that more than anything, but I needed to hear something from her first. When she’d said my name downstairs, it had set something off inside me. I didn’t understand it yet, didn’t know if it meant something I wasn’t completely ready to explore, but I knew I needed her to say it, to hear it was me she wanted. I needed to know that for tonight, she was mine.
“I am fucking dying to be inside you right now,” I whispered into her ear. Her breath caught and a deep moan escaped her lips. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, her voice pleading and her hips rocked higher off the bed in search of me. My tip grazed her entrance and I clenched my jaw, wanting to prolong this. Her heels ran up and down my legs, finally locking around my waist. I took each of her hands and placed them above her head, entwining our fingers.
“Please, Bennett,” she begged. “I’m losing my mind.”
I lowered my head so our foreheads touched and I finally pushed deep inside her.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned.
“Say it again.” I was becoming breathless as I began to move in and out of her.
“Bennett—fuck.”
I wanted to hear it again and again. I pulled myself up on my knees and began thrusting into her more steadily, both of our hands still entwined.
“I can’t get enough of this.” I was getting close and I needed to hold out. I’d been away from her too long, and nothing I’d fantasized about while she was away compared to this.
“I want you like this every day,” I growled against her damp skin. “Like this, and bent over my desk. On your knees sucking my dick.”
“Why?” she hissed between clenched teeth. “Why do I love it when you talk to me like that? You’re such a prick.”
I lowered myself onto her again, laughing into her neck.
We moved together effortlessly, sweat-slicked skin sliding against skin. With each thrust she raised her hips to meet me, her legs around my waist pulling me deeper. I was so lost in her that time seemed to stop. Our hands were still tightly clasped above her head and she began gripping tighter. She was getting close, her cries becoming louder and my name leaving her lips over and over, pushing me closer to the edge.
“Give it up.” My voice was ragged with the desperation I felt. I was so close but I wanted to wait for her. “Let go, Chloe, come all over me.”
“Oh, God, Bennett,” she moaned. “Say something else.” Fuck. My girl got off on dirty talk. “Please.”
“You’re so fucking slippery and hot. When you get close,” I panted, “your skin flushes everywhere and your voice gets hoarse. And there is nothing more fucking perfect than your face when you come.”
She squeezed me harder with her legs and I felt her breath hitch, felt her tighten around me.
“Your fucking bee-stung lips go all soft and open when you pant for me, your eyes begging me to make it good and, fuck, nothing is better than the sound you make when you’re finally there.”
That was all it took. I deepened my strokes, lifting her off the bed with every thrust. I was teetering on the edge now, and when she cried out my name, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
She muffled her screams against my neck as I felt her let go, clenching wildly beneath me—nothing in the world felt as good as this, letting the rush build inside and crash over us, together—and I let go too.
Afterward, I moved my face close to hers, our noses touching, breath coming out hard and fast. My mouth was dry, my muscles ached, and I was exhausted. I loosened her grip on my hands and rubbed her fingers gently, trying to bring some of the circulation back.
“Holy shit,” I said. Everything felt different, but completely undefined. Rolling off her, I closed my eyes, trying to block out the tangle of thoughts.
Beside me, she shivered.
“Cold?” I asked.
“No,” she answered, shaking her head. “Just really overwhelmed.”
I pulled her to me and reached down, dragging the blankets over us. I didn’t want to leave, but I wasn’t sure if I was welcome to stay either. “Me too.”
The silence stretched between us as did the minutes, and I wondered if she’d fallen asleep. I shifted slightly and was surprised to hear her voice. “Don’t go,” she said into the darkness. I bent, kissed the top of her head, and inhaled her sweet, familiar scent.
“I’m not going anywhere.”

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Saya adalah lebih sulit daripada yang saya bisa pernah ingat, dan aku ingin untuk mengubur diri di dia berulang-ulang. Saya mencapai mulutnya dan diseret ibu jari saya basah di pipiku nya ketika dia menarikku ke dia, setiap inci tubuh telanjang kami selaras.Kami mencium panik, tangan mencari dan menangkap sebagai kami mencoba untuk mendapatkan sebagai dekat sebanyak mungkin. Pinggul kami bersama-sama, bergoyang ayam saya geser terhadap panas nya perendaman. Setiap Tiket sepanjang klitorisnya menimbulkan erangan. Dengan satu langkah kecil, aku bisa jauh di dalam.Dan aku ingin itu lebih dari apa pun, tetapi saya perlu mendengar sesuatu dari pertama. Ketika dia berkata nama saya di lantai bawah, itu telah memicu sesuatu dalam diriku. Aku tidak mengerti itu namun, tidak tahu apakah itu berarti sesuatu aku tidak benar-benar siap untuk mengeksplorasi, tapi aku tahu aku perlu dia mengatakannya, mendengar itu aku diinginkannya. Aku perlu tahu bahwa untuk malam ini, dia adalah tambang."Aku fucking mati harus dalam diri Anda sekarang," bisikku ke telinganya. Nafas dia tertangkap dan deep erangan melarikan diri bibirnya. "Apakah itu apa yang Anda inginkan?""Ya," dia whimpered, suaranya memohon dan pinggul mengguncang lebih tinggi dari tempat tidur untuk mencari saya. Saya tip menyerempet nya masuk dan aku mengepalkan rahang saya, ingin memperpanjang ini. Sepatu menjalankan atas dan ke bawah kaki saya, akhirnya mengunci di sekitar pinggang. Aku mengambil setiap tangannya dan meletakkannya di atas kepalanya, entwining jari-jari kita."Tolong, Bennett," Dia memohon. "Aku kehilangan pikiranku."I lowered my head so our foreheads touched and I finally pushed deep inside her.“Oh, fuck,” she moaned.“Say it again.” I was becoming breathless as I began to move in and out of her.“Bennett—fuck.”I wanted to hear it again and again. I pulled myself up on my knees and began thrusting into her more steadily, both of our hands still entwined.“I can’t get enough of this.” I was getting close and I needed to hold out. I’d been away from her too long, and nothing I’d fantasized about while she was away compared to this.“I want you like this every day,” I growled against her damp skin. “Like this, and bent over my desk. On your knees sucking my dick.”“Why?” she hissed between clenched teeth. “Why do I love it when you talk to me like that? You’re such a prick.”I lowered myself onto her again, laughing into her neck.We moved together effortlessly, sweat-slicked skin sliding against skin. With each thrust she raised her hips to meet me, her legs around my waist pulling me deeper. I was so lost in her that time seemed to stop. Our hands were still tightly clasped above her head and she began gripping tighter. She was getting close, her cries becoming louder and my name leaving her lips over and over, pushing me closer to the edge.“Give it up.” My voice was ragged with the desperation I felt. I was so close but I wanted to wait for her. “Let go, Chloe, come all over me.”“Oh, God, Bennett,” she moaned. “Say something else.” Fuck. My girl got off on dirty talk. “Please.”“You’re so fucking slippery and hot. When you get close,” I panted, “your skin flushes everywhere and your voice gets hoarse. And there is nothing more fucking perfect than your face when you come.”She squeezed me harder with her legs and I felt her breath hitch, felt her tighten around me.“Your fucking bee-stung lips go all soft and open when you pant for me, your eyes begging me to make it good and, fuck, nothing is better than the sound you make when you’re finally there.”That was all it took. I deepened my strokes, lifting her off the bed with every thrust. I was teetering on the edge now, and when she cried out my name, I couldn’t hold back any longer.She muffled her screams against my neck as I felt her let go, clenching wildly beneath me—nothing in the world felt as good as this, letting the rush build inside and crash over us, together—and I let go too.Afterward, I moved my face close to hers, our noses touching, breath coming out hard and fast. My mouth was dry, my muscles ached, and I was exhausted. I loosened her grip on my hands and rubbed her fingers gently, trying to bring some of the circulation back.“Holy shit,” I said. Everything felt different, but completely undefined. Rolling off her, I closed my eyes, trying to block out the tangle of thoughts.Beside me, she shivered.“Cold?” I asked.“No,” she answered, shaking her head. “Just really overwhelmed.”I pulled her to me and reached down, dragging the blankets over us. I didn’t want to leave, but I wasn’t sure if I was welcome to stay either. “Me too.”The silence stretched between us as did the minutes, and I wondered if she’d fallen asleep. I shifted slightly and was surprised to hear her voice. “Don’t go,” she said into the darkness. I bent, kissed the top of her head, and inhaled her sweet, familiar scent.“I’m not going anywhere.”