All I can think about is that gentle sex where I ride you all night. 

We stir to a navy sky, our only light the silver of the moon lighting up the slate panels on the rooftops. In our cinnamon warmth under the covers, we reach for each other, your big arms wrapping around me, pulling me against your chest. Resting my ear against you, I hum sleepy to your steady heartbeat. 

You place a kiss in my hair as you run your fingers through it, and then another. Cupping my jaw and tilting my chin up, your lips softly meet mine. Your kiss isn’t primal, nor is it innocent. The way your lips fit against mine, how your tongue explores my mouth, how we feel, what we want, radiates between our chests. I kiss you back, my arms winding around your neck, yours around my waist. Layer by layer our pyjamas come off, getting lost in the sheets that we’ll search to find later, as you roll me on top of you. 

It doesn’t take long of me grinding my clit against your cock for me to effortlessly slide you inside me. We fit perfectly, our hips moving together in a slow rhythm as we embrace , your warm skin on mine and our tender kisses guiding us. My hands press against your chest while yours retire behind your head, basking in the sweetness we’re creating between us. 

I love it when we do this, when we just surrender to what we need, what we make. You take my breasts hanging down above you, stroking your thumbs over my nipples, taking them into your mouth. Moving down my back, your hands squeeze my behind, guiding my hips to where I draw near, your low, soft words coaxing me over the edge, holding me close as your hips jerk. Your hushed moans tickle down my neck, moving harder when they grate in your throat, your hands pinning me like a vice against your body, releasing yourself into me. 

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