Fuck: II

Our kissing intensifies.

I close my eyes shut tight because I feel the urge to explode; to squirt all over you, but I hold it back. I try to wait it out.

I’m having fun, I determine, No need to come right now.

“Are you close?”, you whisper between my lips.

Shit.

“Yeah. I’m sorry” I say, embarrassed. My eyes are still shut and my lips still pursed closely upon yours.

“Hey…it’s okay.”

You plant soft kisses on my cheek and trail the kisses down my chin and into my beard. I exhale through my nose and feel the sensation. The spots on my skin warm up as your lips stimulate them.

You plant one on my lips.

I grin slightly before we begin to make out once more.

I feel myself starting to sweat and the urge fills me up again. You roll yourself on top of me with a seamless straddle. Gripping your thigh, I align your pussy onto me. You rock your hips back and forth…tentatively. I breathe into you. Both our mouths are open and our moans exchange.

You sit up and throw your head back as you start to ride me faster.

“Oh my god”, you pant.

I place both my palms on your breasts, swirling them in small, slow circles. I can feel the firmness of your nipples.

I thrust into you harder, causing you to bounce; the bed creaks.

I squeeze your breasts.

“You like that?”

“I…fucking love it”, you moan.

“Tell me…oooh…yes. Say it.”

“Oh my god”, you screech, “I love it. I love it!”