My eyes closed, yet I could perfectly see the room. His body seemed to cool down over the turquoise sea of our new sheets, trying to ignore the heat. Atop, I held my breath as his penis stroked my swollen clit, desperately awaiting attention, beating and soaking as they began dancing.
The tight softness of his skin, surrounded by my oily self, embraced giving in to a delicate improvised massage which I reigned back and forth.
Both moaning and gasping began escaping the room. My hand decided it was time for him to move on inside me, voraciously, uncontrollably, frantically, caressing myself against his head, circling my entrance, disappearing.
Drawn like a magnet, knowing the path I plunged myself slowly onto him, feeling his tender head make way, followed by his vigorous shaft, allowing his curve to deploy inch by inch, until he reached the end, feeling full, as he crashed against my depth.
I slowly pulled myself up, allowing him to escape me, synchronising our breath as I let my body fall violently over him, penetrating, using him to give myself pleasure, aware of his pleasure too.
Over and over he would play with my skin. Up my thigh towards my waist. Caressing and fondling my glutes firmly, gently painfully separating them, Allowing them to bounce. He enjoyed following my movements, holding me whole in his palms, counting my ribs and stopping on the contour of my breasts.
I felt his fingers tracing me, charting unexplored areas, only staying where he pleased. Finally, he reached a sweet spot which he could spoil. I moaned as I felt him pinching me, sending shivers down my spine.
The heat was unbearable. Our sweaty bodies drenched our bed. A pointless open window, which didn’t let any air in, held my moaning back. Instead I had to bite my lip, search for his, kiss him, and suck his lips, ferociously, keeping my throat busy. I could hardly feel his sweltering tongue because mine was on fire.
His fingers went towards my back, steadying his feet, he began to plough into me. The unavoidable sound was easily recognisable, and the mounting pressure reached its goal, a silent explosion, muted by our lips and the semen between my hips, which caved in to orgasm.