Saturday evening so sweet and nice, dinner together. I watch him in exquisite attention. He watches me, smoke. Red lips, pale skin and dark eyes. It’ll be over soon, it’ll be dead in the water. We go home.
We’re lying in bed together. Stroking, touching, feeling everything.
His fingers tips are cold and smooth.
This is white and calm and intimate.
This is whole and beautiful.
The pleasure stretches between us in a ribbon of potential. I ask him if he’ll take me on my knees so that I can feel our bodies wrap together, like some sweet animal. It takes little persuasion. Rolling slowly entwined, that moment where our bodies interlock and he pushes into me. I cry out. My flesh is tight and hot. He grips my hips and we begin to move. Slowly and effortlessly, Little room for error. The heat in the room is intense and brooding. He leans into me and screws me harder. I ask him can I touch myself and he says I can touch wherever I want. We move, he’s low over my back with that insistent push and my skin burns and I know i’ll come and I do and it spreads like fire.
Muscles fork in a vice around his cock.
I here him catch his breath.
Such sweet release.
He moans at me.
We carry on, and on and on.
I ask him if he’ll come for me. If he’ll forgo any politeness and use my body to sate his flesh. I want to feel him come, so badly, it would be a gift. Its not my birthday, I hope that isn't going to matter. He begins to speed up, his finger tips dig into the soft flesh on my hips and he throws my body down onto his cock. Bang at me, hurt my cunt, use it how you want to. Tension builds in growls and hard breaths and he drives his flesh into me and I hold as still as I can and he hilts himself as deep as he will fit and then stop.
Release.
Like an atomic bomb, energy zips though us. I can feel the heat of pooling come in latex. I can feel his cock pulse, I tighten my muscles and release in a rhythm, milking and begging out pleasure, seconds away from my own.
His voice cracks.
Some base fragility.
It sounds almost too much.
His limbs weaken up as he drops next to me. He picks up the condom and pours its contents into my open mouth. I slide my tongue between the rim of the latex sheath to eek out every last drop of deliciousness.
I am so high, completely lost. I take his cock, to softly mouth, the spent flesh and hunt for any last taste of fluid.
We lie close on the bed, he talks dulcetly, softly, in some half ecstasy. I am completely strung out, totally up and higher than birds who fly lower than us.
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