We are kissing, our lips sealed together and moving rhythmically, his tongue sliding into my mouth with sure ownership and gliding against my own.
I feel him hard between my legs where I am perched above him, stroking the solid chest of my man who is built like a bull: heavily muscled neck and shoulders, thick pecs and arms that lead to work- rough hands, stroking me in return. He is incredibly hard. I have paid careful worship to the prominently ridged head of his cock, and do so again: swirling my tongue around it and using the tip to tease his sensitive frenulum. My lips surround just the beautiful head, tasting the clean salt of his precum as I start to fuck him shallowly with my mouth, still working him with my tongue. The soft, wet sounds are killing me. I try to take his entire length but can’t fit him all the way when he is this aroused. He moans when he hits the back of my throat and works his hand into my hair, cradling my head and clearing the view for his hungry eyes. I let him linger here, pumping him into the wall of my throat and stroking the base of his shaft with my hand. When his head falls back and he closes his eyes from the pleasure, I moan with him in deep then slowly pull up, tongue flattened and dragging the length of his cock. He is watching again and exhales a ragged “ohhh” as I withdraw from him entirely, his hot eyes staring at the thin string of saliva connecting him to my moistened lips, now swollen from our kissing and from this reverence.
Gentle pressure from his hand on my head urges me up and we are tasting each other again, his palms on my ass, cupping and kneading my pert cheeks. I feel his middle finger lightly grazing over my labia, almost respectful compared to the earlier fingering that has my wetness spread everywhere. He dips it in once more and drags a glistening trail back to to my ass, rhythmically squeezing and fondling me there. When we pull away his eyes are green pools telling me to watch him as he brings his head down to suckle my breasts. I am beguiled by the slow, hot licks at the upswell, below the dark areola and the erect nipple straining for his attention. (He is pinching and rolling my other one, sending small jolts of electricity through me with every change in pressure.) When he is done with the curve of my tit he cups both my breasts, kneading them together and his eyes again say “watch” as he finally (finally) draws my nipple into his bearded mouth and sucks hard enough that I can see his cheeks thin. I feel this between my legs. I feel the rapid flicks of his tongue directly on my nipple modulate to silky caresses around the base and it feels like he is also at my clit flicking and sucking.
I am wet. So wet and mewling now. I am rubbing myself up and down the length of his beautiful cock, making it jump and spurt even more precum– especially when I use my clit to frott his delicious frenulum. We are a slick mess and I haven’t even had him inside me yet.
***
I remedy this. I raise myself and position him to slide in so that I can watch him disappear between my legs. The last third of his dick curves gracefully up and the feeling of him scraping my g-spot as I impale myself is a gradually building veil of tingles washing from my scalp down through my entire body, accompanied by the crescendo of our combined groans.
My man is fully sheathed inside me now, the pleasure of his entry still reverberating through our bodies. I squeeze my core muscles to hear him gasp and then start the luxurious swing of my hips, riding his cock so that our most sensitive spots are in direct contact: slide and caress, grind and rub. The front wall of my vagina is swollen and aching for this, teased by his touches and now desperate from when he withheld them. He has played my body like a maestro, finger-fucked me not enough and then pet me everywhere except my aching pussy. Now that I have him, I can’t hold back. I can’t raise up and fuck him shallowly, teasing him as I did with my mouth.
I keep my hips down and grind grind grind, working myself on him until I feel the pinpricks of pleasure coalesce into white fire, rear up and brace my hands on his muscled chest, my body against against his rough hands that are squeezing my tits together hard as he thrusts deeper into me, giving me more of his hard cock, more of this ecstacy, more of the sweet symphony of sex and desire and want that he expertly conducts.
When I come the music of it is loud and inchoate. I moan a deep ragged sound as the muscles of my core suck his hard length into me impossibly deeper, contracting and pulsing on his shaft. It pushes him over the edge: he turns his head and bites my wrists where they are now braced on either side of his head, his white teeth and the pain-pleasure I see in his profile spur a second wave of sensation as we buck wildly into each other, losing our rhythm. His low extended growl modulates into a cry of release that echoes off the walls and I feel it when his cock kicks inside the tight fit of my pussy, flooding me with cum. I am already so wet from my own release and slick from our desire, that the cream of our lovemaking pools beneath me even as he continues to thrust and come.
***
The smell of our sex is incredible. I inhale it deeply as we slow ourselves, our breathing ragged in the now quiet room. I taste the salt on his neck as I mouth him lazily, his hands working slow circles in the sweat drying on my lower back.
“Fuck” I say.
“Fuck is right,” he answers.
I laugh and kiss this man again, luxurious in my afterglow, savoring his cock still inside me and the perfect afternoon light blanketing our bodies.