what I imagine you fantasize about. . .
I draw a quick breath and then blow ever so seductively on the small of your neck. It feels cool and warm at the same time. You turn to face me, and I wrap you up in my arms. I kiss your chin and collarbone slowly licking between the two. I reach up to touch your lips and feel them part every so sweetly in a gasping breath as my lips cover yours. I start working my lips down towards your chest, but your bra is still on. You offer to remove it, but I tell you to be patient. I kiss the swell of each orb and continue on downward. I use my hands to caress your back and trace words of endearment between your shoulder blades. While my member is now throbbing to be released, I bide my time, knowing that with each minute savored a new pleasure will be discovered. My head is now resting on your thighs with my slow breaths causing small jolts of excitement through you. I raise up and grab your thong between my teeth and deftly pull it down between your ankles. All the while, my hands have discovered your round bottom and have been caressing it with long grabs and short swats, each causing a little grunt from your parted lips. Your sex is now starting to beg for any contact. The teasing and torture is bringing it to a full boil, and you realize that you want me in you. I then push you down on the bed while you hope for some sort of release from this buildup, but I refuse to allow it, for now. I quickly remove my enlarged sex from its confines and it stands ready to work. However, I have other things in mind. You lay on the bed with your legs wide open pleading, nearly demanding for some sort of release from your torture. Your inner folds are wet and ready. You reach down to try to bring yourself to the edge, but before you can touch yourself, I lunge for your hands and slap both of them, hard. You do not want to accept this, in fact, the slapping merely brings you closer to the brink. I grab my cock and slowly bring it towards your Y junction. You bring your hands up to my hips and attempt to pull me inside you, but you only recieve another hard slap to the hands as a reward for your impatience. I manuever my member to slowly rub up and down your folds, but keeping away from your deep crevaces. I roll my cock directly on your clitoris and rub gently but continuously. This is what you have wanted, a way to escape your pleasure. But, I stop suddenly and then roughly roll you over on your stomach. You raise your ass into the air and gaze back at me with a look that borders on begging but has not yet crossed over into pain, pleading for more; more touching, more grabbing, more cock...more. I can not refuse this look. I realize that the torture is now over, and quickly bring my member up to your folds, and you push back to enclose every last inch of it. You push and release in an opposite rhythm as I do, to account for every inch. In and out. To the tip, to the base. Over and over. You are crying out now, our faces our no longer recognizable. We are no longer humans partaking in love-making, but mere animals pushing and releasing for our own pleasure. grunting. screaming. I grab your hips and ram harder. You take your hand and manipulate your clit. You are cumming and you can hardly hold yourself up under the weight of the moment. You scream my name while simultaneously I ram my member deep for the last time and I release my load deep into you. We both collapse onto the bed panting, holding each other, smiling. I tilt your head towards me and I gently kiss your lips.