Her neck loosened and her head fell into my hand. My fingers lost in the strands, my thumb keeping her stable. The other hand journeys around her waist and the first clash of hot breath envelopes us. The plump bounce of lips and the tightening of my tendons on her waist. Ill catch my breath and rub my beard along her cheek as i pull her head firmly against mine. Her legs widen. I must feel her neck with my mouth. I swing my left knee over her and place it where she just made some room. I’m kneeling over her on the couch, squeezing in long slow grasps that ebb and flow with her rising and sinking chest.
Her body is calling me. The heat is flowing into my nose and as i breathe in my body takes over. I cant stop getting close to her. It smells so right. Get closer. Be everywhere. She’s for you.
She quickly jerks and throws her hands across her stomach and slowly lifts the sweater up and over her head. She smiles and looks at me. I smile back and pull in close. I reach back behind her as she explores my tongue with hers. The release of the brassiere sparks a “hnn” from down in her throat and she becomes my girl.
Her role pleases her senses. The man has her in his grasp. His will is hers to succumb to or fight. And it just smells to warm to fight. The smell of hot skin. The comfort of a child being swaddled by its loving prescriber. A familiar surrender and with purpose beyond comprehension. She speaks no words and invites him in.
I find my face moving down her chest, kiss by kiss, with a gentle trickle of fingers leading the way along her taut breast. My mouth finds her nipple by following the bristle of goosebumps slowly appearing along her chest. It makes its way along my tongue and ever so gently graze my teeth along the bumpy areola. I encapsulate it with my mouth and suck and slobber. I stop myself, and come back up to her lips, which are separated, letting her lungs catch up.
“I want to be inside you more” i whisper as i return to kissing her neck and filling my hand with her breast.
“Mmh!” She pushed the only sound she could get out and pulled me closer and nodded against my hair.
My hand finds the button on her waist and as i start to unravel she snaps out of her sensual trance and starts pushing the pants off of her body. She got them off fast enough to get back into the dream. The way we often try in the early mornings when the sun shines on us, and only if we could just be little more tired we could re-enter that dream and find out what else happens, It rarely does, but in this case, no one was sleeping and the dream was real.
I dont want to go straight in. I have urges. I have pleasures to plunder for before i give her part of me. My clothes get taken off, she wants her body to become what it was meant for. She wants to accept what i have to give her. She’s adamant now. The smell of sweat and hard work and that stink of a freshly spreading vagina that alerts the senses of men created a bubble of sex and creation between the two of us. We were gods in this moment. The future is ours to decide. We almost feel like puppets doing what was ordained since the beginning of time.
I need to slow down. I’m throbbing and it hasn’t even touched anyone. “Get on your stomach” i tell her. She lies down on the couch belly down. I kneel by her feet and reach forward toward the mounds of flesh separated by a perfect shadowed line that leads down to heaven. I slide my hands up the back of her thighs. Thumbs riding inside the soft untouched skin. My palms are stopped as i reach the top of her leg. Her buttocks, such a young plump butt that i could just stare at for hours. A glorious design and although its so simple, it pulls out the gods in me. My hands push up her cheeks and exposes the orifices of temptation. The warm pink of her labia like an upside down exclamation point to her tanned anus. It’s pulling me in. My nose finds her lower lips and i gently lick the clitoris and breathe in the smell of the juices that will take my seed and bring them to the future. There’s a glimmer appearing along the pink and the light reflects back to me from it. Like a moth to flame i open my mouth and push my face against her holes. Smelling the hot stink and tasting the lubricant. I use my hands to pull the excess flesh of her butt over my eyes. I’m in the upside down. The world around me doesnt exist. The sweet flavors and smells and textures of her crotch overwhelm my body so much that my full erection leaks a few drips of seminal fluid out the tip and it dribbles down the shaft toward my tight scrotum. Some of the fluid drips on her calf and she “mmmmmmm”s at the feeling of my seed finding her. And I’m her servant. I continue to massage her holes with the all of the ridges of my face. I’m covered in fluid and sweat. She lifts her semen glazed calf up so she can feel my manhood and rubs the fluid up against my shaft and scrotum. She gently pushes up and down on my testicles, mostly for her to feel me, but also to let me know what she wants. I spend my time in a trance. In the dark. In a sexual swaddling of comfort.
I feel my penis throbbing and i need to follow through. I come up for air. I’m soaked in my own sweat and in her sticky, saliva-like discharge. A mix of vagina and the drippings of sweat that made it down her crack and along her anus gives me senses that make me feel masculine and primitive, predatory and powerful. She’s all mine. Every piece of her.
I reach my hands around her hip bones and i pull up. Her vagina becomes accessible and as she assists me in lifting her waist, her mound of Venus comes into view and the pink curtain opens. Its a little red from all of my facial hair rubbing against her. I bend down to give her a few good licks to lubricate the whole area. I even get a little taste of a tightening anus. She squirmed just a little and let out a sound, butt not a sound of protest.
I shift forward on my knees. I watch as my penis is in full throttle. Veins flowing and the uncircumcised head flared wide and searching for a place to go. I push down on the shaft and use the freshly licked labia to lubricate the tip of my dick. Two swipes up and down, and on the final upswing, I push forward to connect with her and become a part of her body. The warm grip of hot wetness triggers an animal instinct in me and I’m no longer human. I’m no longer a thing. I’m an act of god. I’m a wave and a particle. I’m in a wormhole. A sober dream state of controlled surrender. If i never thrust again, this first thrust will be with me until the day i die. But i cant resist. I must thrust and pull, thrust and pull. Slowly and slightly gripping her waist. A slow, but deep and long flow of thrusting. The sweat beads are building on her back. I lift a leg and find a firm place to to plant my foot on the floor, keeping one leg kneeling on the couch. I pull her up from her chest and we are both upright. I press my chest against the sweat on her back. I want her. I want all of her.
She reaches her neck back and raises her head upward, eyes closed. Her hair falls on my shoulder and my mouth receives her neck. I suck on her collar. I can feel the flesh of her buttocks falling on the exposed shaft of my penis as i pull out and push in to her vagina. The sweat from my chest and her back flows down my stomach and along her buttocks toward the meeting of souls. Her butt is now grinding up against my pelvic bone. Anus rubbing and clenching against my pubic hair. Although i know its no different, my penis feels enormous, as if I’m too big to fit inside and i need to find a way to get more in. I try to go deeper with each push. I dont know whether I’m giving her my body or if I’m wearing her body. We can’t separate. We’re an Us. There’s not two humans anymore but a flow of magic and creation that has taken over our minds and bodies.
I can feel my heart starting to hurt. The pounding. The lungs calling for more air. The drips of sweat going down my brow as i push and push and push and push. I’m in her. I want all of her.
I hear her groaning. Moaning. Finally one good push and the air finally releases from her lungs in a full throated “uhhhhAhh!”. It pushed out of her. She was no longer herself. She was us.
“Yes. Yes. Come inside me.” Her half whisper demands of me. She bends back down into Expert position. I start pounding away. It’s not even sex at this point. It’s a task. It’s a goal. We’re going to create magic. We are magic.
As i feel the throbbing become more sustained, my balls tighten. I start thrusting harder. I cannot contain my voice. With every push another “ah” comes out of me. I can feel the juices making their way through my body. I curl down toward her shoulders and squeeze her tight against me. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Sweat.Thrust Slap. Thrust. Sweat.Thrust Slip Thrust Slap. Thrust Thrust thrust. I want her. I want all of her. I want her to have me .
The final push of passion swells inside of her. A stream of liquid evacuates me and launches into her body. The warming effect hypnotizes us. The feeling of “yes!”. The experience of god. I pull her back upright as i finish coming and she collapses back onto me. I’m holding her close. One arm around her belly the other wrapped around grasping a breast.
Our breaths have escaped us. We are just warm sweat and skin. The hot friction of our sex organs feel like they should never separate. We wait there. I hold her. I have her. I want all of her. She’s mine.
The liquid of our love slowly comes back down her vaginal canal and soaks my penis in the fluids we created. I want her. I want all of her. She has all of me.
We stay connected and meditate into consciousness.
She turns and slowly opens her eyes. She kisses me. She pushes back against my penis for one final blending of love and fluid. She kisses me. I have all of her.