Something gentle and sensual, on your lap maybe. Your face in my hands as I kiss your forehead and shut my eyes. Your hands wrapped around my throat so that you can feel the racing pulse of my heartbeat. I’m whispering for you to squeeze harder, just as my pussy grips you with all its might.
You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, your feet on the rug to stay warm. I’m riding you gently. Sweet and slow, like the tide on a clear day where the wind isn’t in a hurry and people are lazily strolling down the shoreline. Gently. Steadily, taking you as deep as I can, making sure my pussy lips are memorizing every inch of your cock. Over and over, tiny little waves and lots of tender kisses.
When my face is red, you relinquish my throat. Your hands trail down my back, sliding over my shoulder blades, my spine, and come to rest on my ass. A fresh shudder runs through my body when you grab my cheeks. That’s my favorite. That soft little rising and falling. My ass coming down on your thighs, taking your cock inside my pussy as far as it can possibly go, till it’s pressing against some deep, unexplored depth of my soul.