We’re already close enough to touch. Your hand slips up my thigh, under my rear, your other hand with a handful of hair.
I can feel the tension in you, your breath quick, your lips parted, your kiss tastes of wine and heat.
It’s a quick graceful move, as you lift me into your lap, your hips buck slightly at the pressure, before you get control of yourself again.
You untangle yourself from my hair, sliding over my breast, on the way to my hips, one on each.
Your skin, the colour of sand, is flushed, your mirrored eyes intense.
Pull your tee free, and over your head.
A fingernail traces your nipple.
You are so hard, I don’t know how you can bear it much longer.
A small circle, almost imperceptable,with my hips, pulls a deep moan from you.
You stand, your hands under my rear, and ease me down on the bed, letting me go so I can move up, you following over me, your knees between my thighs, easing yourself down, that delightful burst of pleasure at the full weight of you between my legs.
I slide out of my shirt and bra, and you’re lost.
You started gently enough, it got too much for you to control.
Your teeth pull, not quite gently, at my nipple, and I let go of whatever restraint I had.
As my back arched, your hand slides over my hip.
The button is easy, and you sit back on your heels, to take my pants off.
Lips move over my breasts and belly, lower. That I’m shaved has caught your interest, a quick, well placed stroke of tongue over my clitoris makes my back arch again, makes me gasp.
Any notion of control is gone. Your camos are off, an explosion of heat and weight, as you enter me, almost violently, tangling a fist in my hair. Almost out of control.Your other hand holding my hip so hard I know it will leave a bruise.
Arc my heels up, and lock them under your hips, push you back, holding your ears.
“Easy, we have all night, take it easy”.
You’re pulling my hair enough to hurt, my neck arched painfully.
You back off, slightly, enough to let me turn over, your hand still in my hair.
It’s even less gentle this way, but far more pleasurable.
You let go of my hair, sliding your elbow down over my shoulder, pinning me beneath you, your hand moves back to hold up my hip, as you slide in from behind, a gasp of intense pleasure from you as you go deep.
Slide my hand back behind your elbow, so I have leverage to arc back, rising to meet you.
Our rhythm is perfect.
Faster, I can feel your knees shake, you breathe in small gasps, the flutter of your lower belly, as you move towards orgasm.
The small whimper, a sound you’d never recognize as your own, as you try to match pace with your own lust, sends me over the edge. An explosion of heat and wet, a flutter of inner muscle, rips a roar from your chest, as you drive one last thrust, pulsing.
I slip over onto my back, you kiss my neck and we lay still, trembling, our hearts racing.