There is no such thing as too close when we fuck.
Yes, cowgirl gives an amazing view, doggy produces the best sound, and a prone bone can break any bed if done right.
But missionary? There’s something pure about that. Something passionate. It’s more than a carnal display of pleasure. It’s more personal, and I, for one, fucking love it.
We move together, grinding our hips in rhythm as we lose ourselves. It’s been a long day, and the second we got home, our clothes hit the floor.
First, we took the couch. Then the kitchen table.
Our tongues danced between our mouths, hands clawing aimlessly at our naked bodies as we fucked harder and harder with each thrust. Speed was not essentially, only that we felt every single inch.
The bed, however, was where we spent most of the night.
We lit candles at some point during the dash upstairs, flicked the lights and climbed onto the bed.
I spent the first half hour or so content between your spread legs, tongue writing a sweet tattoo on your sweet, wet pussy. To say I love giving oral is an understatement, and you can tell while I groan and growl to myself as I tuck in.
Even when you cum, it’s not enough. I need more. I pull your legs over my shoulders and run delicate circles around your clit, occasionally flicking in this direction or that, just to catch you off guard.
Eventually, you grab a gentle handful of my hair, beckoning me up your beautiful body.
I kiss every inch or so, slowly sending waves of ecstacy through your skin. I pause at your supple breasts, giving them the attention they deserve, before making my way to your neck.
This is my second favourite spot. I gently bite between kisses, sucking and pulling at the soft, tender skin between your neck and collar bone. You groan, as I knew you would.
Then, finally, we were together. I slid my cock slowly into your soaking wet pussy, and we got right back to where we started. We went like this for… Well, who knows? Every time my balls felt heavy and my cock twitched, we paused for a few minutes. I’d go back to eating your tender fruits and then we’d be back at it again.
Finally, when the bed was as damp as could be from the glistening sweat on our bodies, we came together. You wrapped those legs around my waist and pulled me deep, deeper than I thought possible.
I emptied myself into you, each spurt sending shivers through both of us, leaving us a quivering, dripping mess.
Oh, I love missionary.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rmb4t4/lustful_fuck_m4f_passionate_missionary_creampie