Making love?

We're lying in the spare bed together. Naked. Kissing. Our skin touching.  The air is hot and still. A soft breeze whispers it's way under the blind. Our lips intertwine. His tongue strokes my mouth, he runs his hand effortlessly over my skin. It makes me squirm. It feels amazing. My breath is short and soft. The skin feels electric. My lips feel tender. He sucks and pulls at them. Sliding his tongue against mine. I start to pulse in anticipation. 

He pulls me on top of him and spreads my lips apart licking me as I suck him. We trade positions and he jams his cock down my throat until I choke. He spits on me. Watching oozing white froth drip over my clit, sluice down my lips and pool in the bud of my arse. 

We switch again. We're pleasured. I'm wet. He's hard. I'm on my back. I reach my hand between my thighs and hold his sodden cock. I rub it against my clit and it feels exquisite. He edges away, takes back control and pushes effortlessly into me. 

I gasp. A roll of beautiful pleasure. He leans into me and thrusts slow and even. The sun shines down on us from the open sky light. I absorb his penetrations and pleasure rolls across my face. Smiles. Closed eyes. breathless pouts. The sky is a bright clear light blue. I stroke his cheek and he makes me feel beautiful. I comment that it's nice to see his face for once and he smiles at me. I look at his soft hazy eyes. The colour of the sky coming out of the sky light. I love him. This is perfect. I moan as he penetrates me again and again. 

We switch positions. He pulls me onto his lap. I squat over his cock and grin at him. My go. I rest him just at my opening and then push down. The muscle is tight and controlled. I repeat the action. He moans in appreciation. I drop onto my knees and ride him hard. Flicking my hips, watching his expressions contort. He holds my hips and controls rhe movements of my bottom. Vibrations stimulate my clit and the base of his cock. He slows me down. His breaths are hard. He's dictating the pleasure. I pull back up onto my tip toes. He smirks.

"You're teasing me"

"Just a little you know it's fun. You know you can stop me and do whatever you want".

"I know"

We catch each others gaze and I slowly slide down into him. Tight gripping flesh. Balanced. Fucking him. This goes on. Back onto my knees again. Riding. I stretch back, unclip my hair, ruffle it. Toss it back and enjoy myself. He squeezes my breasts. pinches my nipples. I'm pushing down. Really starting to ache now. I really want to come. I'm sure he can feel it in me. 

"On your knees now" he says.

No second thoughts. I'm there. Bottom up. Cheek pressed to the duvet he enters me. I ask if I can touch. He lets me. It's perfect. He strokes his hands down my back, over my hips. I ask breathlessly if I can come. 

"Mmm that sounded desperate. Yes you can".

I climax in shattering intensity. It's huge and I moan and he holds me tightly and pushes through. My breath is ragged and harsh. The build up has made the orgasm jellying and weakening. I drop my shoulders.  I reach behind my back and he grips my wrist. I form a "T" with my hands. It takes a few seconds for the request to hit him and when it does he laughs, pulls from my cunt and drops next to me. 

We are breathless, recovering, dripping in sweat. We lie next to each other. Our hands intwine. He rubs his thumb over his ring that I wear on my left ring finger. Our bodies whiten out. Ragged air returns to normal. I ask if I can suck him. He lets me. He hardens slowly in my mouth. I love to suck him from softness. I thrill to feel the rush from his body to his cock. The twitching blossoming rigidity. The turgid bloody flesh. 

I beg "Please will you fuck me again".

He obliges. Back on my knees. He thrusts deep. Rotates his hip. He reaches his hand up to the beam above our heads and grips it tight. He rocks on his knees and fucks me ruthlessly. I feel a hand reach down and he slides two fingers into my arse. I squeak abs push back. I ask to come again. He lets me.  Fuck, yes. I moan out. He works my through it, rutting and pushing past the spasms of muscle. Its stronger. Bigger than last time. Rolling and crashing through my like a rock. He leans over me. Wipes the sweat from him forehead onto my spine. We hold each other then separate. I curl into him and we kiss. I look into his eyes. I ask if he'll let me make him come. He looks vacant and spaced out. 

"That was more than enough for now. That felt very intense."

I mewl in pleasure and slight sadness.  He holds me, reassuringly. Pulls me into his body and feels the radiating warmth and afterglow of my satisfaction and our pleasure. He kisses my forehead and then we stretch out and bask in our glow.