I grabbed hold of his head again and forced him to look up at me once more. Gripping his shoulders I dragged him upwards; he realised what I wanted and began to rise. I pulled him against me so that he lay on top of me as I sprawled on the sofa. Seeking his mouth, I began to kiss him all over, planting kisses across his face as though trying to find my range and line. His soft goatee tickled my chin, lips and nose as I finally locked my mouth on his. Immediately, I thrust my tongue out in search of his, and our tongues began a frenzied dance, clashing, entwining, stroking, probing, seeking. His breath was hot and his smell was powerful: clean, fresh but very masculine and very powerful. I breathed in his aroma and it stoked my desire even further.

I ran my fingers across his chest, delighting in the smooth, silky sensation as they flowed through his mat of long, black hairs. Each one was beautifully formed, maybe half an inch in length, very dark and tapering to a delightful, fine point. His nipple was hard and puckered, jutting out proudly from its hairy refuge, and I grazed my nail against it, feeling him wince in pained pleasure as I coarsely dragged against his sensitive skin.

His cock was pressing hard against my pelvic bone as I hugged him close to me, and I wriggled and manouevred until it was forced against my pussy and stomach; somewhere near the base of his shaft he was pressing directly against my clitoris and as I clasped him to me, riding beneath him, undulating in a frenzied rhythm, waves of anticipatory pleasure began to flood through me.

He had lovely skin, taut and toned, fresh and clear; he was in good shape and I delighted in tracing my fingers across his bicep, drawing the steady rise and fall of his muscle, feeling him tense and relax, tense and relax. I reached behind him, gripped my hands on his shoulder blades and drew him closer, ever closer, harder, ever harder, nearer, ever nearer to me. It is one of the great delights a woman can have, a moment of intimate pleasure which slips by without her partner even recognising it, when she enfolds herself around her man, feeling the strength of his shoulders, the pulse of his being, pulling him into an intimate embrace, gathering him into her world, enlisting his vigour, ensnaring his energy, drawing him to her, feeling his weight, his heat, sensing his need, anticipating his desire. A wonderful moment, a private passion in the middle of a shared secret.

"Now," I said, "fuck me now."

Paul slid downwards and pointed his engorged prick at my pussy, pressing it gently against my lips. In their slicked state they parted easily and I watched as slowly, ever so slowly, he slid his cock inside me. He did it in slow motion, turning this into more than merely an instant of penetration, creating in that moment a memory we could both cherish. Pressing forward, he pushed himself into me to the hilt, and I felt a flood of excitement engulf me as I gasped to accommodate him.

He pulled himself up, easing his cock back out of me to its very tip, and rested, arms stretched taut, above me, staring down. I pulled my legs up and spread them wide, opening myself as far as I could to him. After a delightful, infuriating, intoxicating pause when we simply stared into one another's eyes, a lull before the storm, a last sensuous moment before the drama began, he eased himself down again, and up, and down, and began to fuck me gently, stroking his hard, hot cock up and down inside me. The myriad sensations of his prick rubbing against my pussy walls and probing deep inside me began to mesh together, tumble and crash, pitch and lurch, rolling and teetering, waves of excitement clashing and crashing, melding, forming a steaming, heaving brew of agitation in my womb.

Gripping at his upper arms, I dug my nails into him, feeling a sex-laden thrill as his flesh turned lilac white in their wake before turning an unblemished pink and finally settling into a strident, earthy red, livid streaks of passion written on his body. His breath was hot against my neck as he rode me, his skin slippery with a sheen of sweat; as we embraced, lovers united in passion, he kissed and nibbled at my neck, ardent and strident, biting my skin into his mouth and sucking hard, then gripping me afresh with his teeth, nibbling, nipping, gnawing and tearing.

We had barely gone a couple of minutes, but such was my excitation that I knew I was going to come soon. I grabbed Paul's head and drew him to me.

"Soon," I said. "Soon."

I slid further down the sofa and pulled him upwards. This changed his angle, and instead of spearing into me he was now sliding in and out at an oblique angle; with every pass his cock was rubbing directly against my clit, and instantly I felt the beginnings of a tremendous surge of excitement.

"Oh, god, yes," I sighed, nestling my face in his chest, dragging my nails hard against his back; I could feel his skin catching and rucking under my nails, leaving long, tracing welts across him. The pain spurred him on, and he began to ride harder and harder, fucking me deeper, faster, hotter. His cock was sliding hard against my pussy walls, stretching them, probing upwards, as though trying to find a way out. I let out an involuntary wail as he pressed deep and found a spot, an instant of unalloyed sexual nirvana.

My body was writhing and pulsing beneath him, pushing his cock into me, forcing it against my pussy walls. It was driving me insane, and I knew it would prove unbearable for Paul too. He exhaled noisily, his fists balled and pressed tight against my shoulders, as his face once more nudged heavily against my neck. His strokes were short and hard and fast now, lancing into me, and I anticipated the moment of his release. He bellowed and I felt his muscles tense, arms strong and taut as they gripped me; the paroxysms of his shuddering cock shivered inside me as he expelled his come. My hips, my pelvis, my womb, my entire body felt as though they were on fire and as I felt his hot juices inside me I exploded into my own climax, floating on a cloud of passion, swooping in a torrent of exhileration, disappearing on a trip into infinity.