The high temperature!
How intense is the heat?
We find ourselves in any location, oblivious to everything but each other. We exchanged meaningful phrases, yet at the end of it all, it's the emotions we experience when we stare into one another's eyes that matter. Our desires are potent, the passion is overwhelming.
The passion fuels the complete abandonment of everyday tasks. The desire that drives me to become rigid with eagerness. The desire that ignites your female psyche, something no man can fully grasp. The desire that makes you damp with desire, craving me within you. Filling you with the whole of me, reaching deep, strong, and long. Your body pushes against me. Passion, fear, and passion blend into one with the sexual yearning. I feel your breath intensify against my chest. I stiffen and develop hardness, feeling your nearby body.
All of this, purely in my imagination, and the mere act of speaking has barely taken place.
Your hair has a delightful aroma in my nostrils, more enticing since I hold you near to my heart and you're restricted. My palms follow the framework of your spine as they descend to your compact butt. A pert, heart-shaped posterior that I've longed to touch, depicting in my mind.
I imagine you inviting me to penetrate you, staring back at me, smiling at me as you give me permission to mount you—submitting to the primal emotion of coupling like animals. Presenting your feminine side to my rigid penis, allowing me to feel your aroused wetness as I clutch your flawless behind. I push inside you, going the entire length of my erect cock against your tingling clitoris.
We haven't even kissed yet.
My right hand travels to your cheek. Gently, softly, the tip of my finger skims over your brow, providing butterfly touches on your eyelashes. My left hand scoops up your chestnut tresses at the nape of your neck.
Pulling, holding, I force your head backward, opening up your neck for my passionate smooches and my wet, eager tongue. I kiss, lick, and suck from your shoulder peaks to the base of your ear, enticing your earlobe with the trembling tip of my tongue. Precisely as I would later do with your swollen clitoris.
I scrutinize your eyes, sparkling with longing. Still, we haven't touched.
Light, delicate touches. Then deliberate, leisurely circles with my tongue, simulating the action of my finger, leading you to climax. Similar to teenagers in a cinema, we're eagerly drawn to each other, yearning to break free from the limitations of adolescence and innocence.
Still keeping your hair, I stroke the curvature of your back, outlining your spine down the length of your back to your cheeks. My fingers delve deep into the pocket between your lips, probing your dripping opening.
I pull you closer to me, lifting your ass in the air, positioning my stiff manhood between your cheeks and wet folds, indicating how much you're desired. In the meantime, I continue to kiss and suck the sweet curved portions of your neck and body. You flip over to your back, and your gaze turns to mine. You express your want for me by saying it. Your lips part ever so slightly as you offer me your mouth, preparing to display your gift, your heat, your passion.
Despite this, we haven't even touched.
Seizing my hair, you tug my lips to yours, no hesitation as our lips meet. Your tongue invades my mouth as you force yourself firmly against mine. Your hands grasp my chest, my erect nipples become more prominent due to your attention. I growl deep in my throat as your intimate kisses excite me.
My back arches as you arouse me with your sexuality. Your hands dismantle my pants with a sense of urgency, wishing to wrap my member in your hands. Enclasping me fully, you massage, sensing the hardness you yearn for.
My enthusiasm can't be controlled anymore. Your tank top becomes two sections as I rip it apart. Away from obstruction. I take your enticing nipples, one in my mouth, one in my hand, to roll and pinch and tempt into bliss. All of your exposed chest and belly become my plaything.
In my mind, we are entangled in our connection, but we remain prohibited.
Red satin shorts, damp and clinging, accentuating every detail of the folds of your lips, inner and outer. Swollen, pink, and twitching, the state a woman assumes when ready to experience sex, satisfaction, and affection. When she's ready to stretch her legs and reveal her most concealed side.
Desire burns within me.
I embrace you, carrying you to the bed. Kneeling before you, your body stretches out the whole length of the mattress. I take away whatever is obstructing your sexuality. Kneeling before you, I surrender to your desire. With you kneeling before me, I bow my head, pulling apart your folds of desire, leading you to climax. Using my tongue and lips, I caress you, inhaling deeply to absorb the fragrance of your passion.
My finger slightly brushes over every inch of you, playing a sensual game of almost touching. My long hand covers your crotch, slowly moving up and down, touching your clit softly.
My middle finger teases your inner lips, sliding deeper past your opening to your sensitive area between your pussy and tight entrance. Slowly, my hand massages and explores all the erogenous zones that make you feel incredibly sexy. Your juices flow out, making their way towards your orgasmic spot.
Throughout all of this, our lips haven't touched yet.
Your hands don't need to restrain themselves any longer. You lift me up, standing me back on my feet. My cock is so hard it pokes out, straining against my jeans.
You unfasten my jeans, freeing my full member for your touch. You firmly grip me in your hands, stroking my entire length.
Tender kisses shower me with pleasure, as precum oozes from my erect cock. Urging me on, you direct me towards my most passionate dreams. I stand up, and you take hold of me once again. You guide me into your hands, completing a fantasy from my fantasies.
I hold your waist, lifting you up, your legs orbiting my knees, my rock-hard dick tucked between us. You clutch me once more, rubbing my cock against your protruding clit. Back and forth, you move my dick, pushing me closer to an ecstasy-filled universe.
You place your hands on my shoulders and pull yourself up. Your firm hips in my grasp, you slide down onto my burning rod. Your hot, wet pussy wraps itself around my member as you start going up and down my length, riding on my pulsating cock. I thrust my hips into you, in sync with your rhythm. Our orgasms approach quickly, causing an intense sensation, we pick up the pace, with each thrust taking us closer to obscene levels of pleasure.
Little gasps transform into primal cries of exuberance as you ask me to fuck you harder, deeper, longer. I can no longer contain my own climax. I pound my hips into you, releasing a colossal wave of sperm from my cock at the same time that a powerful orgasmic wave takes control of your body. Sperm bursts out of me, as rhythmic pulses of cum coat you entirely.
This and still more, and I haven't even reached for your hand.
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