"Babe."
You wrap your soft hand around my painfully hard cock and give it a few dry strokes. I grow thicker between your fingers and my mouth opens, breathing in the air that lies still around our bed.
"Oh."
Our bedsheets are tangled around our feet, and your breasts and belly are coated in a dry layer of my cum. My dick is hard again in your fist and you reach to the nightstand with your other hand, to get the squeeze container of lube.
The click of the cap is now an erotic sound. You let go of me and I lay there in the dark throbbing before your hand is back around me, slick with lube, warm and comforting. My cock is yours.
We are surrounded by the quiet of a country night, the wind in the leaves and the doors locked. We are connected in ways that we will never understand. Eros plays games with our hearts and minds as we kiss goodbye in the morning before going off to work. You grab my butt and I reciprocate, sliding my calloused hand around your thick thigh, clutching at your ass cheek.
We kiss hard again before we part ways, our bodies pressing into eachother, softness and hardness meeting. We are the yin and yang of the sunrise and sunset. I feel the soft pillows of your breasts flattening slightly as I push my hard chest into you. I cup the back of your tttooed neck and plunge my tongue into your mouth, slipping between your plump lips for one last taste before the workday takes you away from me. Our hot breaths mingle; coffee, cream, and adoration.
Before then: you focus on jacking off the precum-slick head of my hardness as I spread my arms and give over any semblance of control over myself to you, thrusting my hips into your grip, my cock a pulsing rod, ready to erupt all over your creamy skin again and again. But this time I don't want to cum on you. I want to be inside of you, I want to fill you up.
When the wave has built as high as I think it can go, I put my hand on yours to slide it off my cock, reluctant, slipping tightly off the tip, making me gasp. My lips meet yours now and we kiss as I make my way above you, to surround you with me.
...
When you leave for work I pause and the lingering softness of your skin and inviting sexuality of your curves begins to haunt me, so that I look around furtively, as if someone was wagging a finger at me in disapproval. But I lust after you, and I'm not ashamed of that.
"I don't care if you need to jack off during the day babe, but save some for me." You've said that more then once to me, meaning it.
I find myself in the bedroom laying on the freshly made bed with my pants down around my thighs, my hand wrapped around my cock as I pump it, thinking of you walking through the kitchen in nothing but a terry cloth towel, a sliver of thigh and shower fresh cleavage mesmerizing me. We look at each other and smile, you tease me and sashay away. I watch the swing of your hips and the undulations of your ass cheeks as you prance away with your hot cup of joe to get dressed for work. I slide my fist up and down my cock, a wave of passion cresting behind my balls, poised to release.
...
Now, I loom over you, my muscles tense as I position my bulging cockhead at the entrance to your blooming cunt, dripping with your own desire. I slowly ease into you and bend down to kiss you. As I enter you we become one, and we writhe together in sweaty pleasure, joining our bodies and sinking into each other.
"Oh, baby." You breathe once and I'm so close already. I thrust into you, feeling the length of me sliding through your pussy lips into the glove of your warm walls, slick with your juices and my precum.
"Oh." We can only speak in sighs. I place my hands on your wide hips and pull myself into you, grunting, looking up with my eyes closed.
I am a single exposed nerve throbbing against the soft core of you, melting into this moment where we share everything, our souls, our bodies, our hearts; beating as one.
"Cum in me, baby." You whisper-groan into my chest and I look down, working to open my eyes.
When I see the want in your blue-green irises and the way that your exquisite lips part, your cheekbones sharp in the darkness, I grow harder. My eyes move down your shoulders, your arms reaching up to grasp onto mine, down to your swaying breasts and the sweat dripping into your collarbone. You let go off me and reach down to grab your ankles, opening yourself wider for me, so that my taut muscles can push all of my intensity into you.
We kiss passionately as we move in and out of each other. Galaxies and nebulas swirl around us as we dance this most ancient of dances. I grab lustily at your thick thighs, and move my hands around to your ass, a finger slipping haphazardly into the crack, and slam my self into you. I fill you with my throbbing hardness and you swallow me up in your wet swollen petals. We fuck, groaning and grunting, sweat running in fat droplets down our brows.
"Oh!" I say involuntarily as my orgasm threatens to crash over me.
You look at me and then you also close your eyes and let the waves of pleasure wash over you.
"Don't hold back, baby!" You cry out as your pussy spasms around my cock, a deep rhythmic contraction, milking me.
"Oh fuck!" I yell out into the dark bedroom, slowing down, pacing myself, until I feel that I am right at the crest, and then I speed down the wave as my balls tighten and my cock erupts inside of you, the first jet of cum spurting deep into you as I crash down into the roiling depths of the whitewater.
I collapse and roll on to one side, still inside you, as you roll with me and we open our eyes to stare at each other.
"Baby." That is all that I can say, all that needs to be said. My cock softens and drops out of you, cum leaking out of your pussy as you let me go. You rest your hand on my chest. I breathe heavily, catching my breathe. I slide my hand down to your hot petals, slip a finger in, then two. I feel your strength around me.
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