Lust. It blinds you to your surroundings and controls your movements. When you see me, you’re intoxicated. To have me back in your arms again, pulling me in, breathing me. Your tender trail of kisses across my body turns into bites as your fingers wrap around my hair, twisting my face to wherever you want me. I let out a gasp, surprised at your sudden change in demeanor. And I push my ass right up against you, grinding hard because you’re beckoning the animal in me too.
I bend over, teasingly playing with my panties. You grab them, yanking them down to greet my cheeks with a sound smack. With a handprint smarting across my skin, you bring your left hand to feel my pussy, already drenched in anticipation. You make circles around my clit, slipping a finger between my folds every now and then. Meanwhile we’re kissing, lips pressed against each other and tongues demanding passage into each other’s mouths as if our lives depended on it.
You’ve gotten so good at multitasking; your right hand has taken off your pants already and with a brief interruption to take off our shirts your free hand is now groping my breasts. You need to suck on them, now changing it up to switch between using your tongue on one nipple and your fingers to pinch the other. I’m so stimulated that my mind and body feel like fire, but I can remember to grab your cock and start stroking. You can barely wait either. Soon you lead the way onto the bed, lying down and turning me around. But I’m not quite in reverse cowgirl because you pull my legs up towards your head, positioning my lower lips to your face. I moan as your warm tongue slides around my clit. I’m more than wet but the way you work your mouth has me almost gushing. I return the favor by tracing my tongue along your shaft, then taking your cock slowly, bit by bit, into my mouth. I can barely concentrate with the magic of your tongue flickering over me, but I bob up and down for you, closing my lips tightly around you, and pressing along with my tongue too. But I can’t keep it going–you’re too efficient and you know my body too well; you lick just the right way and I can’t stop myself from cumming as my mind goes blank. I come back to my senses and your cock is lodged in my throat. You smirk and I jerk up for air.
Sliding out under me, you then face the same way as me and guide your girth towards my pussy. The mix of my body’s responses to you makes it so easy for you to push the head of your cock in, using my cum and personal lube to start doggy style slowly. You inch your way in, and I moan as you push deep. I missed this too much.
I’m in ecstacy, feeling each stroke going in then out, pushing pleasure in and out. You hold my ponytail once again, and use your other hand for a firm grip on my hip to piston just right. I squeal, can’t help it when you hit that spot and I cumming again, face plunging into the bed. Feeling my spasms around your cock gives you intense pleasure too and you ride out as much as you can before you make a move to switch positions.
Now we’re facing each other, and without missing a beat you reenter me as you pin my legs above my head. It feels so good, the hardness of your member inside me, your fingers brushing across my skin, and the ever so slight twists of my nipples. My hands are grabbing your arms, but sometimes I’m clawing at them when I can’t contain myself. As you keep fucking me, you never stop stimulating me in every way you can, and sense that I’m getting close once again. You know I love this, so you enclose your fingers around my neck, applying just enough pressure that I can’t easily breathe. My body hyperfocuses on this new sensation, and when you growl into my ears “come” I burst once more, with all my senses flooding back like the air in my lungs.
I’m a complete mess now, and you know it and you love it. You take pride in precisely how well you can make my body play to your tune. And I love producing that music.
I’m nearly reaching my limit at this hour, so you allow yourself your turn. I’m still on my back, but you take one of my legs to turn me sideways. I’m at a point where I’m lubricated and sex-drunk enough where this won’t hurt…much. You enter me again and I can’t help but yelp. That feeling is overpowering, but with some deep breaths I can handle this. You slide in and out, and in no time start to pick up your pace. I’m still trying to accommodate you, and pretty soon I’m doing all I can just to hold on. Your build up overwhelms me and my body gives out and I whimper, squirting into the emptiness as you pull out. The contrast of you leaving me is stark but I’m reeling from another blood rush while you’re artfully directing where on me your stream of cum lands. You’re spent too, but manage to grab a few towels before collapsing beside me. We make half hearted attempts at clean up, before fully embracing the calm sweeping over our bodies. Cuddling, we savor the high together. How badly we’ve wanted this.
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