Now - it is the early morning with just a bit of sun lurking, creeping down the sheets onto the smoothness of your shoulder, and your eyes like honey crystallized but sweet drip down - I shift my hips and my boxers ride up my thighs and tighten around my balls. Your lips like a passageway to the Nile, like leaves opening up on a path that leads to the mountaintop - light. You lick your lips, your tongue darting around, around my cockhead around the explosive power of an orgasm. I can't help but grow stiff, grow hard, ballsack contracting in a spasm of lust. I want to be buried alive in you, in your scent, the feathers you drape around my face - licking up through the folds of your dew dripping flower, lick lick up to the hood of your clit, up and under to an "Oh!" in the sky above my head and my throbbing cock waves, your hand wrapping around it to an "Oh!" and then withdrawn. My teeth rake the hollow of your neck as you peer upwards and my two fingers plunge into your hotness - fragrant delta, gripping at my hand.
We writhe and I am inside, inside your hot cunt, and I throb inside, inside of you. Your fingernails trail down to my hips, to my ass, you pull me into you, I crash inside your waves. I want more, somehow inside I feel the swell, the growing groaning urge to forget to forgive the world, as long as I can live here, live within the sweaty limbs, entangled.
My eyes open, your perfume envelops my mind - and for moment I understand that all of my senses are filled by you, you are the goddess I denied existed wrapped around me, pulsing, throbbing me into you, a nectar of purity melting between us.
And that morning light envelops my balls, I loose control, my hands grasp your slender shoulders as you wave back and forth like a cobra and I thrust - I thrust up into you, my hipbones meeting your inner thighs, my hand encircling your hips and sliding down to your your ass cheeks, grabbing, clutching, wanting, fucking, fucking.
"Oh, fuck me."
Who says it. Who mutters, who exclaims, who moves - we are not two beings. My fingers slide down the mysterious crevasse of your ass, resting on your asshole, pushing once, twice, thrice- my cock throbs once, twice, thrice. I am inside, you are around - like jellyfish we quiver, filled with explosions, fireworks and magma.
Sipping on the hot bitter coffee, I gaze at your cheekbone.
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