There was a fire raging in the space between them. They wanted to prolong this state as long as both could stand it. His ribs rose with a sharp inhalation to meet her waiting touch and fell away just before contact. It was a moment that lingered heavy in the air. He was maddening in his self-discipline. His single-minded devotion to deny initial contact frustrated her to a point near anger. She only let this feeling fuel her anticipation.
You fill me with a dark sweat… it is forced out and beats firm in crimson.
I want your teeth on my cock… raking me fierce. Your mouth is savage and soothing.
Commit your every fucking sin to my flesh – and do not confess.
I desire your name emblazoned on my every thrust.
I must be in you. I need to feel you holding fast. Do not let go… cling hard to me and keep me where I belong.
Yes do not let me go… dig into me. Anchor my flesh and expose my breath… my spirit. I am yours and I am open to you.
Cum with me… Irreverent and Unholy. Let us be unclean tonight.
Her every moan fed his every roar… Their names dripped from the tip of each others tongues, which only served to fuel their fury. With nails like knives, she dug deep to the root of him and found his body trembling. With a quickened pace of his finger he asked to be taken further, and she answered him with a gouging gratitude. She held him as his legs faltered and began to buckle. There were no words needed between them… they spoke the language of each others bodies fluently.
She had been patient… She was burning, her heart raced… they’d played the role of friends for so long and she was done with it. She wanted to blaze a new path with him, one born of sweat and teeth and nail. The longing in his eyes only heightened this sensation in her. There they stood motionless… Then finally he managed to muster a single word, it was all that she needed to hear. “Please” Her body flushed with the precise passion of that which was forged like a diamond. Crystalline Decision… She was finished with “friendship”.
She reached for him AND pulled his face into her… His tongue was intuitive and true.
Her mouth was strong and enveloped him in ecstasy… excruciating elegance and terrible torture…. the control of restraint… was an Angelic Agony… It was
The Cumming of communion in the grace of another… it was a flurry of fury and flooding frenzy.
They could not breathe in the drowning of the other…
She was His intoxication complete… She was drunk on consuming him… Their eyes and minds were one and as their mouths met once more, the taste of the other was still richly found in a magical mix and beautiful bouquet it was an explosive implosion and scorching sky. They sank softly and smiling into each others arms… Cherished
You are, My Beloved… Cherished
Should it please you… Take your lush lips, moist mouth, and torrid tongue and claim my cock. Take the very last stroke of me. Hold nothing back from me. Give it, take it like some past deprived revenge. Have your vengence in my name. Flood me full, and overpower my passions with your own zealous desire for fulfillment.
Put your nails to the test of my flesh. Dig deep and seize me where I stand. Leave me tattered and truly treasured. Plunge your fingers over every engorged inch of me. Capture my cries and hold them as the gift they are meant to be. They are cries of divine pleasure…
Moaning and feverish, drive me toward lust, toward hunger, make me thirst for a love that only you know how to pull from me. Yes again, do not hold back from me, suppress nothing… express all. I will receive all that you have and give to you my very best.
and Sensual Silk
and Purely Pleasing
Wet and Wanton
Trusting to take
Time to Treasure
and Torridly Taunting
She is fire to me. In the grasp of her lips… I succumb.
I am rooted in the darkness of earth… Her secret living dream growing just out of sight. A wish almost abandoned… almost forgotten – forsaken… but found and now cherished.
She is the turbulent taste of flame that I now breathe… deeply – profoundly. Her kiss is beautiful smooth… cunningly passionate and captures the hunger of my every embrace.
They escaped to a far off distant room. They could no longer hide within the shackles of self restraint, and they could not collide fast enough. Her lips clung to his and would not let go – perfectly parted with tongues glancing and dancing prying at the pleasure that had been held at bay all night. They were thirsty for one another, and their palpable passion was complete and finally unleashed. She would take every drop of his mouth and return it with her own. Her tongue was greedy and giving, lusting and lasting… and matched the hunger that she found in his lush pomegranate lips… he pillaged every ounce of her mouth and left nothing behind.
My Beloved, My Heart
She is blissful, and bathing me in herself and I desire nothing but more… soaking through herself and over my heart, she pours herself into me with such love, such passion. What exists between us is the fruit of patience and long lasting desire.
Would that I may again kneel before her… parting those perfect lips and never parting ways and travel new paths to find her fast and fulfilled and draw from her every dewy dulcet drop of honey… soothing sweet and sensually succulent.