Desperate

I strip off into the dark knowing there’s a warm body waiting for me. His hands are on me before I reach the bed, dragging me under, pulling me close to him amongst the soft sheets, grabbing at any available flesh. I finally sink into the bed and surrender to him.

“Fuck me,” I hiss in the dark.

He guides my waiting mouth to his cock and I suck voraciously, the warm musk of his skin filling my nostrils, the hard length of his cock sliding down my throat while I taste his salty pre-cum on the tip of my tongue. I navigate his length with my mouth a few times, my lips and tongue dipping over hard flesh as I pay him homage.

I lift my frame, straddle him, and let his his cock glide into my wetness without restraint, with ease. I immediately shudder with his thickness buried in me, his cock throbbing within my heat. I take his whole length, rising and falling over and over on him repeatedly, his cock hitting my g-spot, his pubis my clitoris. He moves his mouth over both of my nipples repeatedly, his tongue flickering over each. His lips feels glorious on me as we move as one, my pelvis rocking back and forth, my gasps rising into the night air as his warm arms wrap around my frame as if they were made just for me. I feel enveloped, blissful.

“I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” he exclaims. I lock my arms around him further still, my feet entwined behind him, my nails scratching lightly at his back.

“Come for me lover, just come in me, please,” I whisper in his ear as I hear him grunt in approval. His large hands raise my rear as his cock pistons into me with force, my orgasm threatening to break free at any moment. He slowly slips a finger into my arse as his rhythmical thrusts continue. The sensation is deliciously overwhelming and primal, my orgasm rapidly bursting through my body in waves. I bite and lick at his neck, the faint taste of salt lingering on his skin as I moan in complete pleasure. He gasps into my ear and comes, his hands kneading each arse cheek lovingly as his seed embeds within me.

Minutes pass in silent recovery, until I predictably make another request.

“Fuck me again, lover, slowly this time…”

4 Responses to “Desperate”

  1. Sexy, sultry, delicious…

  2. mmm, name that pace, it’s all good.

  3. My bedroom or yours, Max?

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