Hips swaying to a rhythm beyond my grasp, I watch in rapt fascination. My arousal stretching to unknown places. The sinuous controlled dance, burning a connection from your gaze. Your eyes somehow never left mine. At once utterly connected and somehow coy, I am utterly spellbound. My hardness pushing at the seam of my jeans.
I resist reaching down and caressing myself. Needing the tension to build on it’s own. On all fours now, you make your way to me on the edge of the bed, with all the tension of your beloved tango, you slowly, forcefully press back on my chest, forcing me back onto the bed. Still fully clothed, I am naked in your presence. you straddle my hips pinning me down, the connection electric. your palms spread, flattening onto my belly over my chest, the graze across my nipples causing me to groan, how can you know how to touch me so exactly? how did you know what I needed at that moment, I shudder in exquisite agony. Your pressing on me is causing causing my heart to open as I feel yours do.
You strip our clothes off piece by piece, your nails and teeth finding the moans captured in my nerves, hidden by the veils of society.
The content bliss is excruciating. the power you have on me focusing my mind on the pleasure of you. We lie locked together naked in every way, pressed together, the distance between our souls evaporating. the orgasm building emotionally. The bliss of first penetration not even a thought yet. The magnificence of you overwhelming my senses. Your swaying to the dance of us captivating my heart and melting me into a helpless puddle of bliss, my groan is from deep down and releases your passion further
The tremble begins everywhere and the tension comes in waves, the passion, feeling and bliss cascades in a building pyramid of sensory overload. we collapse, entirely spent
your words echo in my head, “first I will make love to you then I will fuck you”
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