He smiles at me when he picks me up in the car. He asks me how I am. I just "mmm". It's hard to focus. We drive home. I don't talk that much. The car is hot and I smoke cigarettes until we get there. My hands are shaking.
When we get into the house he smiles at me again. I look up at him, pull his lips into a kiss. It's desperate. I'm desperate, my mouth seeks and pulls at his for sustenance. He licks my lips with his tongue. I moan and melt and drip.
We go upstairs. We take off our clothes. I continue to kiss him. His mouth, cheeks, neck, collar. I want him so badly. I tell him as such, he grips the back of my head and pushes it down towards his thighs.
I suck and lick at him eagerly. Moaning, mumbling into his groin. He tastes like latex and the pussy he fucked earlier. I like that. He starts to stroke and stretch my cunt and arse. I make him hard. I wet him up. I want it so much. I want to feel him fuck me.
He enters me I'm on my knees we begin to fuck hard and fast. I moan and clench and buck and keep steady. Oh god please. More. The room is boiling hot. I can feel his sweat dripping onto my back. His palms are scalding. The slip all over my sodden skin. Sweat drips down my own face, it salts my lips. My breathing is desperate and ragged. I hear him gasp as we hit on a mutually pleasurable angle. Fuck yes. We're rutting and I'm desperate and he makes me climax and I moan and soak us in my fluid. We separate. Boiling. Sweating. Breathing. The room is heavy with sweat and sex.
We take a break. Then I start to suck him again. I politely beg for him to sodomise me. For him to take his own orgasm from the dark dank flesh. He needs little persuading. Positions are reassumed. He tells me to cram my face Into the effluent stains left on the bed by his previous fuck. I gnaw at the sheet and he slides in to me. He mutters
"This is mine. I'm going to use you how I want. This may be quick".
He fucks me so so hard. My skin is pummelled and pulled. My hole is stretched. I am desperate to come again. My whole body aches. He uses me with abandon. He makes deep awful primal noises. My body flexes around him. His nails dig into the soft skin on my hips. It's painful. He releases into my me. The power is huge. The energy. The pleasure. It rolls like a ball of fire through both of our bodies. It radiates out. It's toxic, septic and oozing. He is crying out, breathing hoarsely, shaking with the intensity of the climax. I rub against him hold him deep. He stays inside me bucking and twitching until he softens and sates.
He drops next to me on a crumpled heap. He's dripping with sweat. His body is limp and lifeless. I softly. Kiss his cheek and lick some sweat from his neck. My hand is still between my legs. Feeling the pulse. The longing. Those close enough you can almost taste it feeling I cannot deny.
He recovers slowly. Quietly. I ask if he can induce my climax by stretching my bottom with his fingers. I know he likes to take me in this way. Persuasion is minimal and unnecessary.
He lifts his body. Stretches me. Begins to sodomise me with his hand. I'm thrusting and fucking it. Lost in deep and barren abandon. Totally focused on the tension in my body. He stretches, twists, pleasures me, his breath paces with me, we become one again in our energies and I come and it's beautiful and I cry it all out and I needed it so badly. We drop next to each other. Both sweating now. Both breathing hard. Completely together. This is our bubble, where skill and desire meet lust and desperation. Where I meet him. When we come together and it's perfect.
We recover. Warm. The heat is so low and pendulous. It swings over us. We pulse. I lay my head between his legs and suck his soft and spent cock. This is worship. It isn't meant to go anywhere. It's submission and love. It's thanks and gratitude. It's soft and wet and pleasured. Its everything. It's over.
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