Intertwined

You drop down



to your knees and start kissing and sucking and licking each of my balls, and then lick and suck your finger to get it nice and wet. Then you smile up at me, first with your whole face and then just your eyes as your mouth finds other occupation. I feel your warm breath as your lips pass around me and then latch on to the middle of my cock and start sucking. Your tongue glides around my tip, still salty and savory from the first droplets.

You hear me moan, and then moan yourself. You snake your finger around and slide it into me and I gasp and moan again. My hands tangle in your hair as I struggle for balance.

And then you fuck me with your mouth. There's no other way to put it. Desperate pounding mad fucking as you hold me in place with one and on my balls and one finger in me and you drive me madly over the edge. I jerk and twitch and yell as the orgasm so long denied rips through me. There's a burning ache throughout everywhere you are touching as the cum spurts out in thick bursts, filling your mouth, down your throat, over your lips to spill onto your breasts in a glistening necklace across your cleavage.

I can barely breathe as you drive me, but you stop before you take everything. You stand up and collect the cum on your chin with a finger to swallow it with the rest, and then lean in to kiss me. We are musky sweaty salty messes, covered with each other’s scents and tastes and juices.

We collapse to the bed, breathing hard, sharing a drink, as your fingers trace up and down my chest.

What next, we both wonder. How much more can we stand?

Just lying there next to you, limbs intertwined. Pulses linked. Breathing synchronized. In the afterglow, the aftermath, we might as well be one body. You feel my skin on your skin, my arms around you. You shift position a little and you still wet pussy is pressed against my thigh. Your hips half over me, your head on my shoulder.

Moments, then, savored, after so much build up, as the pleasure flows through both of our bodies like fine wine, settling into our nerves, our muscles, our bones. Becoming part of us. It would be very easy to sleep here, connected to each other with lust and heat, but….

There’s still so much to do. You can feel my hand stroking the small of your back. I can feel your breath ticking my ear and my neck. I reach down a little more to caress you backside, you slide out your tongue to lick my earlobe, pulling it into place for a quick nip.

Our pulses pick up again. Life does not have many nights like this. They should be taken in full. I wonder what you’re going to do to me….