As his lips trail down my neck, I arch my back in ecstasy, my senses overwhelmed by the sensation of his touch.
I know that this is where I belong, in his arms, lost in the depths of our desire.
A smirk plays on my lips, mirroring the desire gleaming in his eyes.
His lips descend upon my skin, trailing a path of fiery kisses along my collarbone and down to my breast. As his mouth envelops my nipple, I gasp at the electrifying sensation that courses through me. It's a sensation unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, sending waves of pleasure cascading through every inch of my body.
My fingers thread through his hair, urging him closer as he lavishes attention upon me.
Each flick of his tongue, each gentle nip of his teeth, sends me spiralling further into a whirlwind of ecstasy. I arch my back, offering myself up to him completely, lost in the heady rush of desire that consumes us both.
“Open your mouth.”
I tense at his commanding tone, my heart pounding in my chest as I obediently part my lips at his command. As he shoves my underwear inside, a shiver runs down my spine at the unexpected sensation, my body responding eagerly to his dominance.
“I want you to be silent,” he warns, his voice low and filled with urgency. I nod in silent agreement, my eyes locked on his as he spreads my legs further apart, his gaze smouldering with desire.
Again?
With a tantalisingly slow pace, he lowers his head between my thighs, his warm breath ghosting over my clit. And then, with a sudden surge of intensity, he descends upon me, his lips and tongue setting my body ablaze with pleasure.
I bite down on my lip to stifle any sounds that threaten to escape, my fingers gripping the sheets tightly as I surrender to the intoxicating sensation of his touch.
As his hands glide up my stomach, I can’t help but release muffled sounds of pleasure, my lips parted as I struggle to contain the rising tide of sensation. With each touch, each caress, the intensity of our connection deepens, sending sparks of electricity coursing through my veins.
His hands find their way to my breasts, his touch sending a surge of pleasure through me as he kneads and teases, igniting a fire within that threatens to consume us both. My back arches involuntarily, and I grab his hair-pushing him deeper into my cunt.
“Ah!” I managed to escape, I needed to cum.
As his finger pushes inside me, I can’t help but let out a gasp of pleasure, the sensation overwhelming my senses as he begins to thrust it in and out with an expert rhythm.
My body arches instinctively, seeking more of his touch, more of the electrifying pleasure that only he can provide. With each thrust, each movement, I feel myself spiralling closer and closer to the edge, my breath coming in ragged gasps as ecstasy washes over me in relentless waves.
But I couldn’t handle it anymore, and my legs were closing around his head.
As the pleasure builds and pulses through every fibre of my being, I feel my body tensing, my muscles coiling tight as ecstasy courses through me like a torrential wave. With a primal cry of release, I succumb to the overwhelming sensation, my body shuddering with the intensity of my climax. His hands tighten around my thighs, holding me close as I ride the wave of pleasure, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I surrender to the ecstasy that consumes me.
As the aftershocks of pleasure slowly subside, leaving me breathless and trembling, he leans in to kiss me deeply after taking out my underwear, his lips claiming mine with a hunger that matches my own.
In a swift motion, he reaches for the handle for the draw on the bedside table, his fingers deftly extracting a strip of condoms. I watch as he slides of his boxers, revealing his hardened cock. I grab onto it and kiss him; he groans against my mouth as I slowly rub onto it.
With practiced ease, he tears one open, the sound echoing in the room as he discards the packaging without a second thought.
With a sense of urgency, he quickly sheaths himself with the condom, his movements fuelled by a raw desire that mirrors my own. As he positions himself above me, our eyes lock in a silent yet passionate exchange, each of us silently acknowledging the intensity of the moment.
“This might hurt angel; it’s been a while…”
With a gentle yet determined touch, he begins to push inside me, his movements slow and deliberate as he guides himself deeper. The initial sting of penetration sends a jolt of discomfort through my body, but I cling to him, drawing strength from the warmth of his embrace.
“Ow!” I release.
“Are you okay?” He whispers, his voice filled with concern as he pauses, giving me a moment to adjust to the sensation.
I take a deep breath, willing myself to relax as I nod in response. Despite the discomfort, there is a sense of rightness in being joined with him, a feeling of completeness that transcends the physical pain.
“Keep going,” I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper, a silent plea for him to continue. And so, he does, his movements slow and measured at first, as if he is savouring the moment as much as I am. This hurt. But the way he kisses my lips, the way he comforts me...
With each thrust, the discomfort begins to ebb, replaced by a growing sense of pleasure that builds with each passing moment.