It feels like it’s been building up forever, this need for you that I feel. Every part of my body tingles when I think of you, ever bit of me yearning. You charge me up, leaving me buzzing with desire, with every word and every touch we share. Do you want me as much as I want you? It’s hard to believe that’s possible; this desire is so strong, so impossible, that the idea of two people feeling it seems unfathomable. And yet…that look in your eye. That note in your voice. It’s true. You want me just as much as I want you.
The beginning is a blur; I don’t remember how we lost our clothes or when. It doesn’t matter. What does matter is that I have you, then and there, completely naked, skin to skin. I have wanted this for so, so long – ha, yes, even though the last was but a day or so away. Still, it feels like years. Minutes, hours, days, all of them too long to not have you. And damn, I am going to enjoy it. My hands glide over your body like they were made for it, my heat sinking into your skin with every caress. Your curves are amazing, soft, perfect, and my explorations become firmer, more desperate. My manhood doesn’t harden – it doesn’t need to. It has been a fucking rock from the moment I laid eyes on you. You still giggle as it throbs against you, as I pull you in to a tight, deep embrace.
We kiss. Oh, fuck, do we kiss. The kind of kiss that ends wars, launches ships, commemorates great moments in history. Because this is a great moment in history, to me at any rate. This is the moment that I taste the lips I have dreamed of in those moments that stretched to become years in my heart, that I dance with the tongue whose sweet words have whispered in my ear. This, more than anything else, I have craved. I taste of you greedily, almost drunk with intoxication from your presence. God, how I need you, need those lips against me. You moan softly into my mouth and I breath it in like it’s the purest oxygen that’s ever been formed. That’s what you are to me: air, life giving, needed for my very survival.
Your hands dance across my back, down my sides, across my ass, and mine do the same to you. We stay in that embrace for what feels both like forever and yet still not long enough, just kissing, touching, exploring. You gasp softly as I take your breasts in my hands, feeling them, squeezing them, pulling at them with need and lust and pure primal instinct. You do the same when your hands find my cock, and soon we break our kiss to look down and watch each other work. We’re both breathing heavily now, and I catch that wicked smile on your lips as you pull me gently by my root towards the bed.
We collapse there, still entangled in one another. I’m kissing your neck, nuzzling and licking and biting, as you writhe and tease against me. Every now and again, your wetness brushes against my cock, and I jump with excitement and desire. But I am not ready to enter you yet. I’ve been waiting for so damned long to taste you, and I want to taste you fully. My kisses trail from your neck to your collarbone, to your breasts. I tease your perfect mounds with kisses and licks, gentle nibbles on your hardening nipples, as my tongue swirls around them, lapping against their perfect texture. My hands continue to firmly caress, down your sides, to your thighs, where I spread your legs against very little resistance. My kisses go further, down your belly, to those same thighs, eagerly tasting every bit of you and moving closer and closer to your now dripping pussy. My goatee tickles you slightly as I kiss, getting nearer and nearer to your wetness, and I feel you trembling in need.
It’s time. I look into your eyes, and then slowly draw my tongue across your wetness…from the base of your dripping hole to the top of your aching clit. I kiss you there as I have longed to kiss you, tongue darting in and out, dancing around your womanhood. I slip a finger easily inside you, then two, pumping in and out with them as my tongue focuses on your clit. Your hips are bucking wildly at this point, and I know you want to cum so badly that you are nearly out of your mind. And usually, I would let you cum. I would lick you till my jaw felt ready to fall off, to make you cum. But not this time. This time, I want you on the edge. I stop whenever I feel your body tensing too close to orgasm, only to start again when I feel it subside. Over and over again, till you can’t stand it any longer, and I hear what I have been dying to hear.
“Fuck me,” you whisper, “Please, fuck me.”
I slide into you then and for a moment, all of reality halts. The universe literally stops and holds its breath with me, as I slip deep into your body. Ahhhhh….fuck, there really aren’t words capable of describing how good it feels. No matter how hard I try, nothing is close to the pure, unadulterated pleasure that is being inside of you. I cry out, unable to contain the awe of being within your body, and you cry out too, as my hardness fills you. We’ve both wanted this for so fucking long and to finally feel it? Divine.
All sense of reality is lost to me, as I piston in and out of you. All ability to consider what I am feeling is lost in that strange, numb feeling of utter euphoria, as our bodies slam against each other over and over. Our mutual need to feel the other climax is more intoxicating than any drug could ever hope to be, more delighting than any other thrill, more moving than any religious experience could dare to hope for. We lose ourselves completely in the wild, deep, hard fucking that we give each other. And as it should be, when we climax, we do it together, our bodies finally releasing all the pent up sexual frustration we’ve built for one another through all of our flirting, dreaming, and seductions. We both cry out in pure ecstasy and relief.
And it is, in a single word, magnificent.
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