Sailor's first fuck

Nervous fibres ignite like a flame and the anticipation is hot and dry. I watch your mouth as you speak and I silently will you to do something with my body. Touch me. Kiss me. Don't be so shy, don't be so tenuous. 

We sip coffee in my living room. My head is full of you right now. We kiss and touch - it's hard to make it begin, as such, I make it awkward. It's been a while - I'm half invested in it already. 

Let me suck your dick? I watch you take your clothes off. Hard and eager.   Let me take you in my mouth. 

You make me melt. I leak fluid. I'm a pool of milk. You pin my arms above me head and talk to me in your dulcet tones. With that buttery drawl, full of  lust and cruel intentions. 

You tell me I'm gorgeous and exquisite, though I'm not sure if I believe that. Just yet. You tell me that my cunt tastes delicious. We fuck. I come. You touch me. I come. I gush fluid. I tell you to put your head between my legs and clean me up which you do with abandon. We fuck. I come again. 

Rubbing your dick against me. I look hard at you, whilst you penetrate my body. Digging for something. Trying to read your eyes. Holes to the back of your fucking skull. The sensation of ribbed tight flesh being forced open. I dig my nails into your back and pull you deeper. Intensity pulses like a toxic radiation. I am need and I am desperate. This is better than expected.