Taking the lube off the bedside table, I squeeze a liberal amount on to my hand as you kiss at my neck. Wrapping my hand around your cock, you gasp at how cold it is, but I cut you off with a kiss, a moan hitching in your throat as I slowly warm you up. 

I twist my lubed hand around your cock, wetness shining across the head, your arm tightens around my waist, relaxing into the mattress. Your hand traces over my hip, down my belly and in between my legs. Your lips brush against mine. 

‘You’re so wet…’ 

I rock my hips against your fingers sliding over my slickened lips, teasing your middle finger just at my entrance. 

‘Do you want a finger inside you?’ your whisper. 

My forehead touches yours. God, yes I need this. I need you. Lowering on to the bed, you arm tightens around me as I tuck my head into your shoulder, stroking my thumb along your tip, my hand squeezing around the shaft. I nod. 

‘Yeah?’ you say. I nod again. 

‘Please…’ 

I nuzzle your shoulder, rocking my entrance closer to the tip of your finger. I hate, yet love, how you’re teasing me. You want me to beg. I want me to beg. Sliding deeper inside, your finger swirl, massaging my g-spot, your thumb lazily massaging my clit. My back arches, a low, guttural moan in my throat. 

‘Yeah…? Does that feel good…?’

Faster you work, my wetness smacking against your palm, pleasure building immense between my legs. I don’t hold back, moans possessing my body, rising up through my spine, up my throat, under my skin, into the air. My breasts wiggle and sway against the force, I run my hand up your cock, immobilised by how good it feels as you suck my nipple into your mouth once again. 

I love how your breath shakes down my chest, watching as I succumb to rushes of pleasure, spasms between my legs, holding me tighter against your body. I convulse in your arms, my head presses hard into the pillow, my nails digging into your back. You suck in a breath through gritted teeth. 

‘Harder’ you growl. 

I dig my nails deeper, hard enough to leave a mark, but not enough to draw blood. Your mouth hangs open with a loud groan, eyes closed, rolling on top of me, our lips mere inches apart. 

‘I need to be inside you…’ you beg. ‘Please…I need to be inside you…’

Your kiss is so urgent you are consumed by pure need, we both are. I need you as much as you need me. Taking your cock, I run the head through my lips, my wetness slicking back and forth as I settle your head at my entrance. I place a soft kiss on your lips. 

‘Are you ready?’ I murmur. 

You nod. 

‘Please…’ you whisper. 

My pussy clenches, aching to take you, as slowly, I begin to ease you inside me…

*

‘Fuck…Fuck!’

All we are is sensation, touch, taste, scent… Wrapping my legs around you, I pull you closer to me, my breath rolling down your back as you thrust harder. You started slow, an easy, steady rhythm so luscious it didn’t take long to bring me to the edge, whispering encouraging words in my ear, reducing me to a whimpering mess in your arms.

‘Good girl…’ you growled as I arched under you when you thrust deeper. ‘That’s it baby, come for me…’

I’ve come twice already. You know what you’re doing, not that I ever doubted you. I knew by how you held me as we’d make out on the couch many a night together, how your hands prowled my skin, how your lips pressed against mine, that you’re a generous lover. This, though? You truly are generous, tender and loving. The way I grapple at your buttocks guiding you deeper, I want more, I want all of you, as much as I can take. I don’t want it to stop. I want this, the way we are now, so vulnerable and stripped back, I want that all the time.

You tremble above me, stroking your hand through my hair, wrapping your arm around my waist, you sit up.

‘Get on top of me…’ you whisper. ‘Ride me…’

You don’t have to tell me twice. You’ve loved it when I’d grind my hips against your cock through our underwear, those nights when we’d get that little bit further to going completely all the way, but sticking to our promise to wait that little bit longer. I love doing that with you. We should do that more often, after we’ve fucked ourselves silly for the next few months, of course.

Sliding out of me, you lay on your back, rolling me over on top of you. Straddling you, taking your cock in my hand and settling it at my pussy, I stare into your eyes. That look is something I’ll never tire of, seeing you, so starkly contrasted from your outward persona, the strong and silent type, so open for me. God knows why you chose me to open up to, to let me inside your walls you build high around yourself, but you did. I will cherish that look in your eyes as long as I live.

Pressing a hand on your chest, I lower on to you, watching your chest rise and your eyes flutter closed. I know we’re going to enjoy this. I savour you filling me, thick, pulsing, taking you all the way inside. Resting both hands on your chest, I slowly start to rock my hips. I want to take my time, riding you, riding us both to a breathy crescendo. Lightly holding my hips, you watch me enthralled, moaning as I grind my clit against you, taking you all the way out before sinking down on to your cock again, my breasts swaying.

Your fingers dig deeper into my hips, round to my ass, squeezing with a swift smack on both my cheeks. I gasp, sweet tingles rushing up my back, grinding harder, faster. The mattress rocks with us. You pull be down, taking my nipple in your mouth, groaning muffled as you thrust up into me. My mouth hangs open, my tits bouncing. Christ, this feels good. I push against your chest, pushing you back down with a playful, mischievous grin. You laugh breathlessly.

‘Mmmmm…’ you groan, clutching your hands around my wrists. ‘I love a woman in charge…’

Propping myself on my feet, I start to bounce on your cock, pulling your hips up to meet mine. The sounds you make are divine. Grunting, whimpering…It’s so cute when you whimper, begging me not to stop.

‘Please…Oh God… Fu- Fuck…Fuck…’

Your chest shakes, staring up at me, desperately lost in your pleasure, unintelligible, toes curling as I reach back and gently caress your balls. That’s what sends you over the edge. Squeezing the sheets around you, your climax overpowers you, arching your hips up against mine as you paint the walls with harsh groans, puffs of air panting into the room.