It all starts out with a kiss. His kiss. His lips. They make me melt with lust. His plump red lips make me squirm with desire for him. When he leans in with an urge to have me close to him; I feel his love and his desire for me as well. When his hands pull me closer from my waist, it's forceful but in a way that exposes his love. Kissing lips is not close enough, so I wrap my arms around his neck and I pull him into me strongly. I gulp down my enjoyment when his tongue doodles on the skin of my neck. When his lips leave marks down my chest. The cold breeze on my wet skin makes me shiver with a feeling I don't want to go away. He slips off my shirt and unhooks the straps of my bra so he can see the parts of my skin that are covered for everyone but him. He kisses and praises the parts of my body that go untouched when he is gone. I just lay and watch him as he drips his love onto my skin. Or close my eyes and feel it when the air makes my body shiver. He moves back up to my mouth: I can taste the desperation on his tongue and I know he can hear it in my throat. So, he moves down to satisfy me. Unbuttoning the button of my jeans and unzipping the zipper. He hasn't gotten near the center of my legs yet, but they're already trembling. I hold the pillow underneath my head in a tight fist to calm myself but it doesn't do much because I can hardly think of anything but the touch of his fingertips down my legs as he pulls my jeans down. Now, my body lays bare except the silk covering the treasure that he's been unraveling. I interrupt any further uncovering of myself and turn the spotlight to him. Taking off his shirt and revealing his skin to touch mine bare and bare. His skin feels hot when he lays over me and it burns my skin with a pleasuring touch. I move down and unbutton his pants to see the figure of the parts I want to see of his own. He rubs himself into the places of my body he wants the most: holding himself back but giving himself something to motivate it. I can't wait any longer but the desperation kills me with excitement, so I wait.
When he can no longer contain himself, he reaches at the sides of my single undergarment and he pulls it down slowly. I lift my legs so he can easily slip it off my feet. He chucks it onto the floor and moves onto slipping off his own. I watch him as I swallow the drool that built up in my mouth. I wait impatiently but silently. I can feel in my lower area how much I want him but I can see it clearly in his how much he wants me. The part of his body that makes him a man, is the part that makes me his woman. When it touches the bare skin of my parts, I give into him and I stop waiting. The look in his eyes when he pushes himself in makes my legs curl around him tightly. It goes in slowly and carefully to start, filling me with overwhelming pleasure. With his mouth agape slightly: his satisfaction releases quietly. Meanwhile, I try and stitch my lips tightly together to hold in the sounds of my own satisfaction.
His thrusts gradually quicken and the necklace he's wearing bounces off his chest in the same rhythm. The feeling he's giving me rises from between my legs to my core: it makes my heart race and my breath stagger, my ears pound and my muscles tense. It all floods every one of my senses; my mind is so overwhelmed and it feels so good. I want it all, but the necklace bounces and bounces and bounces and bounces. Distracting me from what I want to think about, the only thing I want to captivate my thoughts. I slap my hand over his chest, so the necklace is held tightly between my palm and the skin of his muscular chest. And everything becomes quiet but the sound of his tired breath, my desperate moans and our bodies touching. I feel in my core how close I am when it tightens up and I can feel my legs shaking tirelessly. It builds up until it escapes from my throat how good it feels and how much he can pleasure me. He is aware of it and he moves in a way that he knows will relieve me. I let go of the necklace to curl my fingers around his bicep and I admire every curvature in it. Running my eyes down the curves in his muscles that make him such a strong, attractive man, the dip from his shoulder to his bicep being my favorite. He lays over me, held up from his arms on either side of me. He hovers over me so intimidatingly and I love that he uses it to satisfy me. My thoughts push me over the edge and I feel my back arch automatically as a reflex to the pleasure. Every muscle in my body is trembling with fulfillment that gasps crawl out of my throat from the climax. His thrusts become slower as he becomes tired and defeated. My fingers release the tight grip in his arm and my legs fall down beside him. I release a long breath of satisfaction and I open my eyes to smile at the only man that makes me feel this way.
