Through his eyes

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Imani

He twists me around so that he's on top of me fully, his mouth travelling down to ny shoulder and clavicle. He placed himself between my quivering legs, making his intentions known by humping me slowly and steadily, at a pace that allows him to continue his assault upon my chest. His lips find my breasts as he licks and kisses the tender flesh.

Suddenly, he stops, not removing his face from my chest. He pants softly, meeting my half-lidded eyes. His hand carefully reached down between my legs, and I see his pupils dilate ever so slightly.

"You're already wet,"
I feel my face heat up at the remark.
He tightens his grip, crushing me into his embrace as his body encompasses mine completely. I feel his cock twitch through the thin fabric of my panties, growing impatient.

Ditching the hoodie and joggers were indeed a good thing.

In a quick motion, he grips my panties and gets rid of them.
I feel the fat tip of his dick, glistening with precum, teasingly pressing against my aching cunt. He readies himself, bracing his weight on his forearms that now frame my face. His head drops into the crook of my neck, breathing laboured, raising goosebumps all over my skin.

"Can I?", his voice is low and rugged with lust, breath hot and deep.

I let out a moan in response, taken aback. I wiggle my hips playfully, feeling the head of his fat dick graze my wet folds. He groans lowly, biting at my neck before soothing the mark with several kisses.

"Please Imani, please", and I nearly come on the spot, the plea ringing in my ears. I'm  not thinking straight. He could ask anything of me right now and I wouldn't have the slightest bit of power to say no.

"I've been thinking about you all day. Couldn't get you out of my head." He insists, as if any more convincing is necessary. It isn't.

"All I could think of was finally gettinghere to you. Seeing your pretty face, tasting your lips." He keeps whispering, pressing hot, open mouth kisses up and down my neck, one of his hands groping my breast.

"Burying myself in you, feeling you clench around me." More kisses, his cock is aligned with me, rubbing between your folds and twitching every so often.

"Theo."

He raises his face to lock eyes with me.

"Fuck me raw."

He doesn't need to be told twice.

He enters me, inch by agonising inch, and as he bottoms out I release a breath you I even realise I was holding. My arms curl around his shoulders, feeling the rigid muscles of his back as they shift when he starts rolling his hips. I'm completely engulfed in his shadow, and all I can see is him.

Stretched to the limit, I throw my  head back into the softness of the pillows as he picks up his pace, jackhammering his cock into the damp warmth of my cunt. His fingers dig into the cushion as his face contorts into pure, unfiltered pleasure.
I look down to catch the way his abdomen flexes with every thrust he delivers, the way the length of his dick disappears inside me with a wet squelch each time.

He falters for a fraction of a second, eyes rolling back before he changes the angle of his thrusts, finding  y sweet spot. U feel my high starting to build up as he maintains his rhythm, grabbing onto his biceps as he drills his heavy cock into me, chasing his climax. I moan out his name, constricting around him, and he groans shamelessly, dropping his face back into the crook of my neck, panting.

"Ah fuck" he rasps into the shell of my ear, and I bring one hand into his silky, dark hair, pushing him closer into my embrace.

"Fuck it's tight" he nearly whimpers at the way I clench around his dick, his lips latching onto my pulse point once again, in an attempt to stifle his moans.

My whole body quivers at the sound of his groans and muffled curses, as I finally feel myself on the edge of ecstasy. I close my legs around his waist, wanting to feel him whole.

His pace stutters at the action.

"Inside, ah-, I want you– inside, shit"

As soon as the words leave my mouth, he drives himself into me, hard and fast. My orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave, prolonged by his continuous thrusts. All my senses zoom in on him, the smell of him, the sight of his broad frame towering over me as he fucks me, the sound of his breathing and the praises he whispers into your neck.

The bed shakes and creaks under his weight as he comes, filling me with his release. My pulse around him, forcing a strangled moan out of his throat before he collapses on top of me.

I'm floating, even with his whole body dormant upon mine. With a hand, I mindlessly massage his scalp while he returns to his senses. His arms seek to find my waist, effectively wrapping around me in a nearly suffocating hold. But I don't mind.

"We should get cleaned up" he mumbles lowly, muffled by the pillows and my neck altogether. However, I feel his body relax completely, a sign that he's already too far gone to get up anymore.

I'm well aware of how tired Theo can be at times and how his love for me had been the only thing providing energy for the past minutes, because otherwise, he would have been out cold by now.

So I just hold him, as he holds me, drifting off into well earned, blissful rest.

W: don't look at me like that 👀