He lay down on the bed, and I came to lie next to him. I started kissing him, and he put his arm around my waist and cradling me. He levered to his side and his beautiful body covered mine. He flipped me on top of him like I was weightless, and I helped him take off his shirt. We undid my shirt, and he unclipped my bra. We began kissing frantically, his hips grinding against mine, his rock hard cock under his pants making my pussy soaking wet in anticipation. I sat back and admired him. I snaked my hands under his pants, finding his cock and beginning to stroke him up and down with my hand. He began moaning and I took off his pants. I began to give him head, but his cock was so thick it barely fit in my mouth. He gathered up my hair and watched me, shaking. I peeled off my pants too, and I fell back on top of him, my mouth sealed to his. I grabbed my tin of condoms from the windowsill and asked him to put one on. He put one on, sliding himself into me and beginning to frantically pound in and out of me like he was trying to reach the very centre of my soul. I heard someone say once that when men have sex, they’re trying to crawl back up into our bodies, to be in that prenatal environment, safe and primally content. He lifted me in the air, we crashed back onto the bed, he flipped me over: he fucked me in every position you can think of. He linked his hands in mine as he held his body protectively over my body as he fucked my prone body. He pressed his beautiful face into my neck, his soft hair brushing my face, and his large, strong hands pulling me against him by my neck. I felt so protected and fiercely desired. He kissed and bit my body, then began sucking on my clit. I have never had an orgasm from someone going down on me. It was never my favourite activity. I mostly endured it so that my partner felt they had done a good thing. But his mouth made me orgasm so hard that I squirted all over his face, over and over. He carried on eating my pussy, making me cum over and over. He pushed back inside me and fucked me hard till he came. Afterwards, we lay in a soggy mess, both covered in sweat and cum. My body was shaking and tingling from the orgasm. His glorious, insanely beautiful body was lying next to me, my head on his chest and his arm around me, warm and sweaty. I caressed his body gently with my fingertips, and pinched his nipples so he would gasp and swear under his breath as his body arched up with pleasure. It felt powerful.