Late night, cuddles on the sofa while watching a movie, hands drifting, kisses here and there, 0 effort in following along the plot of the movie, a hand slip into his boxers, working it up and down the growing shaft, his hand slips into your panties, plays with the bud before slipping two fingers in, slow measured movements from both of you, until it becomes unbearable and not enough, clothes being torn off, hard, desperate kisses, tongues battling, teeth clashing.
Finally, he sinks into you, his hard member forcing you open, oh, so deliciously. The slight sting of being so full quickly changes to the delight of feeling all of him. Deep, hard thrusts. pushing you into the pillows of the sofa as his slips catch yours again. Your hands roam all over his now-bare chest.
Nails scraping along his back, eliciting a low, feral moan from him. His speed picks up, one hand gripping your shoulder, so with each thrust, he pulls you towards him too, making him go deeper and harder than before.
Your body starts to hum with that familiar feeling. Tension builds as he keeps thrusting into you. His other hand caresses your breast. Pinching slightly on one nipple as he takes the other into his mouth. Licking and nibbling.
Then move on to the other to give it the same attention. His hand moves lower down your abdomen. In the wake of his touch, a slight shiver runs through you. Goosebumps spread across your body, and then his hand dips down between you, where you're connected in the most private of ways.
He pushes one finger in between your lips to find your clit. A light pressure and soft circular moves is all it takes, as he keeps thrusting into you, to send you hurdling towards the edge.
A slight shift of his hips changes the angle, and that's what does it: the new angle finds your soft spot deep inside, and with just a few well-placed moves, he has you screaming his name over and over as you fall. Fall into the bliss of your release.
Clenching down on him as you ride wave after wave, he lets go. Pumping into you a few more times before releasing his spent deep inside as he groans out your name. As you settle and try to regain your sense of focus, heaving breathing is the only thing you hear. Until you realize the TV is still on, the credits are rolling now, and the movie is over, but this, with him, this will never be over.
