I'm lucky because I have her.

I sat in the armchair, admiring my girlfriend. She was enchanting, especially when engrossed in her work. Right now, the love of my life was translating an article. The room was filled with soft light, the bluish glow from the laptop illuminating her sweet face, dark curls, and aristocratic hands with slender wrists. My darling was muttering difficult French phrases under her breath and, absorbed in her work, paid no attention to me.

Growing bored, I quietly approached the desk and gently ran the back of my right hand fingers along her cheek. She lightly kissed my hand and continued working. I leaned in

and, lifting her gorgeous hair with my hand, traced my lips along her neck to her left earlobe. Goosebumps rose on her skin, and my beloved left her work, turning on the chair to face me. I knelt down, moved close to her, lifted her head with my hand, and began drawing a necklace on her neck with soft kisses. She ruffled the hair on my head and breathed unevenly. I unbuttoned a few buttons on her shirt and placed my palm on her solar plexus, fingers pointing towards her neck. My girlfriend placed her hand on top of mine. I took her small hand in my paw, kissed it, moved closer to her lips, and touched them with my mouth. Then I ran my finger over them, touched them again with my mouth, my stubbly cheek, then my tongue, and began sucking on her lower lip.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. I scooped her up in my arms and, without breaking the kiss, carried her to the sofa. Sitting her on the edge, I spread her divine legs in jeans, tore off my t-shirt, fully unbuttoned her shirt, and began caressing her tummy and breasts over her bra. She stroked my back and occasionally moaned softly, throwing her head back. With my tongue, I made my way under the fabric concealing her tender breast, unfastened the clasp on her back, and rubbed my nose against her left nipple while caressing her right breast with my hand. She reached for my jeans, unbuttoned them, and began caressing my stomach, running her finger over my abs and kissing every centimeter with her lips.

I pulled back, lifted her, and took off her jeans. Then I began covering the inside of her thighs and what lay beneath her slightly damp panties with kisses. I tried to reach there with my tongue, but after a few attempts, I simply tore her underwear off with my teeth and, helping with my hands, removed the last piece of clothing from her long legs. Sitting her on the sofa, I began stroking her mound with my palm and sucking her clitoris with my lips, not entering her vagina; I kissed the entrance and ran my tongue over it. For a while, enjoying the caress, my beloved lay still, only gripping the sofa upholstery with her fingers, then she asked me to lie down on the sofa.

She pulled down my briefs and took my long-hardened cock in her hand. I realized I couldn't endure such prolonged foreplay and, after letting her play with my penis a little, pulled her towards me. She lowered her wet and aroused place onto my stomach and rubbed a little; I, indulging in sybaritic pleasure, enjoyed the sight. Then she rose slightly, guided my member with her hand, and I felt the tender kiss of her inner lips on the head. She took me inside and began to move, controlling the pace. I caressed her breasts and tummy, pulled her closer, and kissed her lips. Sensing she was close, I took the initiative, slowed the pace, and began kissing her face. She clenched her vaginal muscles, and I knew I was losing my head too. I came a little after her, and she gently bit my upper lip. I didn't withdraw from the hot womb immediately, letting my woman rest on me for a bit. Laying her on her side and positioning myself behind her, I heard my beloved whisper: "thank you" and kiss my chin. I asked if she wanted me to warm her, and receiving an affirmative answer, placed my hand over her entrance.

Waiting until she began to doze, I removed my hand, got up, covered her with a blanket, lay down next to her, pressed close, and closed my eyes. The last thought before sleep flashed through my head: "I'm a lucky guy because I have her."