“Are we doing this?”
“I don’t know, are we?”
She grabbed his coat and pulled him towards her, fitting herself against him as he lowered his mouth onto hers. It was the answer to the question and they began to move towards the bedroom. Clothes shed in piles on the staircase, in the hallway. She lifted his shirt over his head, ran her hands down his chest as she sank to her knees in front of him. His belt buckle caught and wouldn’t come loose for her, he helped. She freed his cock, holding it in her hands as she looked up at him. Need and desire written clearly on his face, she took him into her mouth and felt his body sigh as she began to work her mouth around him. His fingertips worked into her hair holding her head gently but undeniably demanding she take him deeper. More. She pushed him onto the chair and sat between his legs, still fucking him with her mouth. His hips rose and fell and she could taste him, sweet and salty, on the tip of her tongue.
He pushed her off of him and pulled her shirt off, yanked her bra down and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting and sending waves of desire through her whole being. He paused and looked at her. Then pushed her to the floor and flipped her over, shoving his cock into her pussy with one swift, delightfully brutal,thrust. She gasped and choked back a small, primal scream. He took a few moments, a few gentle strokes, and then he was fucking her. He held her hips and buried himself deep inside her then pulled all the way out to the tip before ramming into her again and again. An orgasm built deep inside and she couldn’t hold herself up any longer as it washed over her.
He pulled out of her and gently turned her to face him. She straddled his cock, buried it inside her and began rocking against him. He held her to his chest and looked at her with those eyes. So much behind that look. They kissed gently and she felt him shaking beneath her as she rocked her hips back and forth.
“Come for me.” She whispered in his ear.
He put his hands on her hips and guided her up and down and she felt him tense beneath her. The fullness in that moment when he twitched and came inside her put her over the edge and she came for a second time wrapped around him, entwined and entangled. His head fell against her chest and she could feel her heart pounding against his cheek.
“I guess we are doing this,” he said, smiling up at her lazily. She threw her head back and laughed.
Bountiful Words, Beautiful World 