ed, lips never separating, hands tracing endless paths across bare flesh, adroitly removing any clothing that’s getting in the way of their enjoyment.
In silent agreement, we both lower our bodies to the bed, never ceasing our kiss. We finally separate to gasp for air, and I feel an irrational, intense hatred of my lungs for one piercing second. That emotion is quickly replaced with exquisite pleasure as her mouth makes its way to my breast and my nipple is taken between her teeth. And now my lungs are working overtime.
I can faintly hear cars whooshing by on the streets, but I try to shut them out. I want to pretend they don’t exist. For just one night, for this one moment, I want to believe that beyond the edges of this bed…there’s nothing. Tha. I’m tempted to voice my want, beg her to enter me already, but I don’t want to sully the atmosphere with words. They’d be meaningless right now. Tonight, I want to communicate with my body alone.
I thrust my hips against her hand more frantically, trying to intimate my need. She catches on quickly, and knowing this is not the time for teasing, she slides two fingers in and quickly sets up a steady rhythm. It’s amazing. She’s amazing. Everything about this is so all-consuming. It’s both gentle and rough, soft and hard, tender and aggressive, and I can already feel the mounting tension building up between my legs, getting closer and closer to release. She adds a third finger and brings her thumb into play, making a deliberate orbit of where I wMLXC Pepa
means everything. And I’m intent on exploring this new world I’ve just discovered. Tonight…if only for tonight.
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