Window to Another Life [MF cheating]

He sighed recalling the scene.
The seabreeze lifted the light curtain, the sky blue in the gap. As the air moved over them he trailed his fingers down her smooth back. He stroked again, following the curve from her fragrant neck, place of delicate kisses and primal grasps. Between shoulder blades, their subsurface relief contrasted in the remaining light. Her back was hot with a light patina of their combined exertions, now cooling in the welcome breeze. Shivers accompanied his fingers’ descent into the tight curve of her lower back.
It’s difficult to really describe this pause in their lovemeking as a nap, both entering a little trance after that last combined crescendo. Pants becoming sighs becoming slow contemplative breaths, eyelids flutter.
They hadn’t started with this serenity, uncooperative clothes wrenched, tossed aside, hands grasping, bodies colliding with a ferocity that belied the tenderness and longing they felt. Short was their time and they were going to make it count. Over the bedspread they lay, him pulling sock free, her discarding the bra, breasts once captive as now free as their spirits. He knelt between her beautiful powerful legs and they locked eyes, their smirks of playful passion reflected in the other. He ran his hands over her shoulders and down her arms. Took her hands in his and brought them to his mouth. Eyes still locked he kissed her finger tips, slipping her index finger between his lips, tongue playing over it, her tickled by him suckling it. he lowered them and encircled her waist with his hands, enjoying the physicality of her presence, the swell of her waist, hard hips beneath. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her knickers tracing around. He smiled as his hands left the waistband and followed symmetrically down each side seam, her smooth thighs contrasted by the rough lace. Her breath caught as his fingers met, warmth within.
Lowering himself to her he kissed her lips, hand stroking down her side feeling her breathing. Kissing behind her ear he inhaled the scent of her perfume heady, her hair, spicy and her, an erotic combination unique to her that so excited him. He felt his cock hard and urging between them, scraping on the lace, not for now, he needed to arouse her further, to taste her to please her. His lips lowered to her delicate breast, the nipple prominent. Without thinking he let his lips slip across the smooth curved skin, the bumpy areola and open over the taut hardness in the centre. Gently he wet and probed with his tongue before nibbling down, softly at first before his lips closed and he sucked the nipple into his mouth. He felt her back arch and her hand draw his head harder against her. He took this cue to apply a little more suction, a little more pressure to the nipple that seemed to swell as his tongue gnawed it around his mouth. Fare welling one side he changed. Now his passion was rising, some caution fell away, her sighs and breathing indicating a shared resolve. Her hand pushed him southwards, knee rising as he complied with his own ambition.
He lifted her gusset to the side and licked down along her thigh, taste tantalizing including a tiny drop of dew as he drew up, tongue separating the labia, his taste now a celebration of her core and her tummy shiver and fingers behind his neck again indicating he was on track. He let his hand trail down himself, selfish strokes applied, precum coating his fingers thickly slick.
His tongue firm he probed her deeply, never enough, before he spread her with his fingers. Using his precum he stroked around her clit, feeling the firmness beneath, tracing it with pressure before applying the flat tinge to her. Reveling in the movement he toyed with getting the strokes right against the changing anatomy. He could taste himself on her and it energized him that their wetness was lubricating their pleasure. Her increasing tension enough to arouse him further, a cycle without end.
She groaned and raised her leg, coaxing him into her harder, pressure from her grasps coming in waves as he concentrated on keeping on, keeping up. Her breathing stopped, the grip on him firmer. He held his breath, intent, activity furious beneath, the cheeks, the lips, between them but secret. She gasped, panted and stopped again. The rippling of the muscles between her thigh shimmered before a low groan emerged from her concentration. Her grasp quickly transformed into a short throttling action, three or four strokes, harder into her again. A wetness came to him, he took what he could like a man in a desert. He lowered the intensity, took a breath and continued. She quieted again, panting, still intent, still bearing down and then a shout. Her body then grew rigid and he also stilled, tiny movements only between the elusive mound and his tongue, tired but still thirsty for her.
The rest of the morning was bodies and bouncing, limbs and laughter, until they were both sated for now. Maybe reserves would be found later but not now. Her face down, him on his side their skin touching like it was meant to. Again he stroked her back.
Their time was up, they had to go back to their own lives and leave this for now. Nothing was ever really certain was it. This wasn’t real.

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