We kissed long and deep and I could taste my cream on your lips. You rolled up on top of me and I allowed your growing erection to push between my legs. It felt so sexual, so erotic to be able to sense a man’s penis growing, stiffening, and lengthening as it pressed against the damp folds of my vagina. I wanted to feel you inside of me more than I had ever wanted any man before you.
I reached down and grabbed your tight ass, pulling the weight of your crotch against my own. Your cock ground against my pussy and I wrapped my legs around your back to hold you there, captive for a moment. But we both knew that we had to have each other, that our urges would only be sated with the primal intimacy of copulation. You whispered in my ear that you wanted to make love to me and, lifting your body up, you took my legs in your hands and guided your cock to the entrance of my pussy. I hooked my ankles at your waist and watched with excitement while you rubbed the head up and down my swollen, slippery labia.