It’s not the sex that drives me. In truth I can take it or leave it. No, it’s the gasp of her voice. The staggered breathing as her body convulses. It’s the loving pull at my hair as my tongue skips over her skin. The trembling in her legs as she tries to welcome me in even further. It’s the wanting cries babbling from her lips. The lust in her screams as her body experiences bliss. The look in her eye as her breathing calms and she whispers the words “Thank you” to me.
That’s what drives me. That’s what I live for!
We won’t stop until your pretty little mouth has made me cum, understand?
Sun breaking the morning silence as it screeches through the windows. A silence our bodies have ignored. Grinding softly against each other in a rhythmic bliss. Her gentle moans escaping against the soft, downy duvet and my guttural groans of pleasure sent skyward. The day starting in perfect unity!
This reminds me of all the bedrooms I’ve been to. All the late night calls of hushed sex. The bite your lip moments of pure lust that needed to remain a secret. Creaking beds moving us to chairs, or rampant sex over her desk with her homework stuck to her butt. The half dressed, half undressed sex of years gone by. Almost an after thought. A decision made of passion and lust rather than reason. Oh those memories.
The rhythmic grinding of our bodies against one another is such an intoxicating feeling. The arch of your back as you push your breasts to the heavens, beckoning me deeper as I thrust my hips into you. Your furtive hand caressing me in spasmodic excitement. Your moans, a guttural mix of praise and desperate cursing. I want it, I need it, you have what I desire, I’m hungry for all you have!
I adore it, I live for it, to spend hours, literally hours on your body. Teasing, testing the lengths to which I could stretch your will. Bringing you to the brink of ecstasy, only to stop and leave you panting, begging for my touch. Softness, gently caressing and exploration of every inch of you. Working you, the faintest graze sending you crashing through the walls of pleasure. Watching every ounce of fight, of energy, of restraint fall from your body as your voice cracks and your muscles cease. Completely mine. Only mine!
I need to fuck you. Hard, direct. Frantically slamming my hard, throbbing cock into you. Using your body to pleasure all my carnal desires. I want to hear you moaning into the sheets as I bend you over and drive you face first into the mattress with every thrust of my hips! Tell me, do you want to be used tonight?
You can walk in and interrupt my work angel, if you want. Though, you best not expect to leave before you’ve been thrown over my desk and royally fucked!
Each morning I wake I picture your body, naked and frisky beneath the covers. How it would feel to jackhammer my stiff aching cock into your tight little pussy. To listen to your delicate moans and gasps with every thrust. Your body trembling and your legs growing tired as I slam into you relentlessly!!
It’s ok you can ask, you know? I know you’ve been craving my touch. The feel and sting of that short crack of electricity driving you crazy. I can help, if you’d like, feed that burning desire. Just give yourself to me, rest yourself over my knee little one and let me take away that itch that plagues you. Give yourself to my hands and let me show you what a good girl you can be!