Moonlight
You’re bent over, illuminated only by the light of the moon, surrounded by soft sheets and leaning on cloud-like pillows. Waiting in anticipation. Breathing heavily. Waiting for me to press against you, to envelope me. You can’t see me but you can feel my hand on your hips, caressing, pulling you towards the inevitable.
I’m there behind you, taking the sight of you in, feeling the curves of your body with my hands. I’m quivering, my hard dick pulsing as it strains to feel your warmth. Feeling like a stallion about to be unleashed, nostrils flaring, pupils dilated.
I push your shoulders down further, you’re now fully presented to me, and I’m now against you, some resistance at first, until your lips part and I glide inside, slowly, savouring the feeling, enjoying the warmth.
I hear your soft moans, beckoning me to continue, as I push further until I’m all inside. Holding it there, pivoting my hips so I’m thrusting further upwards, before slowly pulling out, most of the way, before pushing forward again.
Gradually building momentum, relishing the feel of your arse cheeks against my thighs and hips. Relishing the sight of my now glistening cock disappear inside you; and relishing the feel of your muscles gripping me, squeezing.
What started as a slow, soft meeting of bodies is now louder, a slap of skin against skin as the speed of the collision grows with every thrust, and you call my name. Imploring me to go harder, to go deeper, to go faster.
My hips now leaving red marks on your arse, as my hands grab hold and spread you open, squeezing you.
“Harder”, you cry out. And so I oblige, but this time I coincide my thrust with a slap, just enough to sting so slightly, but enough to make you moan again, deeper, guttural, animalistic.
I’m unstoppable now, not wanting to break the rhythm, not wanting the pleasure to stop. Each slap on your cheek leaving the outline of my palm.
Your breath now ragged, as you feel the orgasm start to wash over you. I feel it too, and I can’t control it- you’re dragging me along on your journey as our bodies collide.
Trying to hold out for as long as possible until I can’t hold any longer, as your movements become less controlled and your cries become loader. Each thrust of mine releasing what’s been pent up inside for so long, just waiting for a moment like this.
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