He knows I want him, badly. He knows how restless I am. I'm lying next to him, he's drinking a cool beer from a tall glass. He begins to run his finger tips across my upper body. I breath hard. The touch is stimulating and electric. It dances across my skin like a spark. He pinches and twists my nipples. Watches my soft expression screw into a wince. He's smiling about this I'm sure.
He tells me to turn around because he wants to touch my legs. I do as I'm told. The caress of his hot fingers begin to stimulate my thighs. He moves his hand in an arch gently stroking the lips of my cunt with each path. I am twitching and desperate. I can feel that I'm absolutely soaking. My brain is really somewhere else.
He tells me to pull up my knees and spread my legs. Heat and liquid begin to ooze from me. He strokes his finger tips over the flesh. I moan. Please god please give me more. My brain is flooded. He slides his finger tips into my bottom and begins to tweak muscles. I twitch.
He says something, that it's a pleasure to be using my effluence to lubricate his actions.
Im breathless and not in any position to respond to that. He beckons for me to turn around and suck him while he continues to touch me. I eagerly take him in my mouth. He tells me we're going to fuck. Yes thank you. Thank you god. Thank you so fucking much. He pulls my lips apart with his finger tips and thrusts dramatically inside me. I moan or fuck I don't know if I do. It's hard to remember anything but the sensation. I mumble "Please again?"
He pulls completely from me and then again thrusts. This game is great fun. The in and out. The aggression and drama in each penetration. I could come right now, but I hold it together.
We start to rut and rub and join closer, fucking each other. His hands are so hot. They're holding the dip of my waist. There's so much fluid, effluence, sweat. Fuck. So much. The heat in the room is intense. I feel completely entrenched in the pleasure. Its smothering. Its deafening. I can't see his face but he seems pretty gone. His body has connected with mine. Our passions are entangled, energy and pleasure passing between us. He's holding me like we're stuck together, like we'd never come apart, a grotesque and inseparable beast, rutting and fucking and making a mess.
I can't hold onto it anymore. I can't stop the pleasure escaping.
"Can I come?"
Please don't say no. Please don't make this the time that I can't. It'll destroy me. I'd drown. Id die in a pit. He purrs yes. Relief is orgasmic in itself and then I come so hard. Shock. I can't even make a noise over this one.
I hear him gasp "Fuck". He's holding onto me so tightly. My body clenches viscerally around him. He growls at me, low and deep. Begins to buck against me in ragged thrusts. I cry out and moan as he moves through my contractions and I gush fluid all over the bed. We are hot and sweating together. He pulls from me and nudges me out of his way. Settles next to me on the bed. I can't focus my gaze on anything much. The energy and intensity swirls and rumbles through my body. Beads of sweat drip down his face. My brain feels fried. The heat is heavy. I try to get my brain back in the room.
He puts his hand on me gently "You don't need to come back. Stay there for a while". I whisper a thank you because here is good.
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