The meadowland #3

He drives me home, quietly in the dark. My hand on his thigh, him occasionally stroking my fingers. We giggle and chat. We get to mine and I invite him in to see my space. I lay down on my clean bed and he lays next to me. I nuzzle into his chest and he strokes my hair. We kiss and I run my hand over his flat exposed stomach. He strokes the dip between my hip and waist. I know he's hardening. It surprises and excites me. The relentless arousal is arousing in itself. I wiggle down the bed and pull down his pants. I slide my hot wet lips over his semi hardness and caress him. I drool on him and suck softly like it's a pacifier. In a way it is. He's moaning quietly and letting me enjoy him. I want to fuck him. I always do. He takes me on my back. My legs tucked up. I say to him how good it must look his cock sliding into me and how I wish I could see it. We stare at each other, the first time we have chanced to witness pleasure on each others faces. He looks vacant and primitive. His bottom lip curls with every thrust. His eyes are half closed. He pushes deeper, thrusting up. Leans into me. I come again so shatteringly it makes jaw hurt. The nerves in my legs jar and tingle. I pull him down on me and feel the heat of his body and smell his hair. It smells like cut grass and damp meadowland. I go back to pleasuring him slowly with my mouth until he releases into me. Were both spent. Breathing deeply, half away, used and degenerate. It's been a long night. He has to leave. He kicks on his shoes. We kiss and he's gone. I turn on my side, close my eyes and I'm asleep, I can taste him on my lips.