The room’s dim, the bed a barely recognizable shape in the
corner.  We’re standing mere feet apart.  Anticipation had been
built for months, the stress of recent weeks making it altogether
more acute.  Eyes wide, breath shallow, we just stare at each
other for brief moments.  Then, with an unspoken word, we’re
tangled in each other’s arms.

Shallow breaths, so excited we can’t seem to breath right.  Our
lips are pressed tightly together, tongues plundering each others
mouths.  All the while our hands tugging and pulling at each
others clothes.  The dance is almost comical in its rush as we
race to remove our clothes.  Frantically I pull open the buttons
on your shirt even as I try to get closer as your kiss fuels me.
Your hands fumble with the fly on my jeans for a moment as I skim
my fingers over your chest, pushing your shirt to the floor.

You jerk open my jeans and use the denim to pull me close,
kissing me hard and deep, my fingers digging into your shoulders
as we strain against each other.  Your hands snake around my hips
and into my jeans, sliding under the waist of my panties and
pushing down.  I wiggle my hips a little, trying to help and
decide it’s too long to wait.  I lean in and press my lips to
your neck.  Licking and kissing over the taut length, I slide my
hands down to your waist and grasp for the button to your fly. 
Yanking material I try to part it.

You’ve switched and your hands are distracting me.  Your hands,
under my top, are cupping my breasts through my bra.  Your
fingers stroke and pinch each nipple lightly, each one already
hard with need.  You let your hands rest on my ribcage as you
stroke them for a moment and then your hands grab the hem of my
shirt and yank upwards, forcing my hands with it.  You hold the
shirt, and my trapped hands, up and I can feel the hot wetness of
your mouth skimming over my breasts.  Moaning audibly, I
half-heartedly struggle to free my hands as your mouth continues
to torment me.  I feel your mouth close over a nipple, sucking
and tugging on it, through my bra.

Your hands go to my waist, holding me still, leaving me to fumble
out of my shirt as you suckle.  Carelessly tossing my shirt to
the floor I eagerly move my hands back to your pants and drag
them open quickly.  I slip my hand inside and revel in the hard
and silky feeling as I wrap my fingers around the proof of your
excitement.  I can feel you moan against my breast as I wrap my
fingers around your shaft and start to stroke you.  Slowly and
lightly touching, grazing the head barely.  Your fingers tighten
for a split second and then reach around and undo my bra.  I
relinquish my hold on you only to strip the last of your clothes
from your body.

Naked, we go back to exploring; hands and lips meet and search in
aching need as we stumble towards the bed.  In a brief moment, we
lay down.  My mouth eagerly engulfs your cock even as you make me
arch up under you as your fingers and mouth finger my pussy. 
Moaning into each, we both suck.  Tongues stroking over sensitive
points, hands grasping and stroking what’s in reach.  Both of us
writhing and whimpering from the pleasure of wet heat.

Gasping, we both ease back, shifting so we’re facing each other.
There’s a pause.  Our eyes darken in colour and it seems like we
stop breathing for a moment and then it’s passed.  You’re over me
and in me.  Filling me deep and hard as I bring my legs up and
hold them back, arching and whimpering.  Both of us, eyes closed,
moan deep in our throats as you bury yourself in me.  Then
there’s no time for savouring.  Fast, hard, deep and good, oh so
good, you thrust.  My hips rock to meet each movement.  We can
both feel my body tighten and start to throb gently as the need
builds further.  With you so intimately inside me, I can feel the
pulse along your shaft, making it that much sweeter and intense.
Burying your face at my neck, you move your hips rapidly a few
more times and that’s all it needs.  My body goes taut and my
head back as I gasp for air for a moment before crying out. 
Orgasmic waves crashing over me, one after the other.  I’m half
sobbing from the pleasure.  I can see your face, twisted in
exquisite pleasure as you struggle for your own controlling,
wanting to lengthen the moment but desperate to give in to it.  I
shift my hips once and clench my pussy tighter around you and
that’s it.  The pulse starts and gets harder and faster.  I lock
my legs around your hips and grab your ass, urging you faster. 
Both of us sweating, moaning, whimpering as you lose the control
and a strangled cry bursts from your lips.  The hard throbbing
pulse as you orgasm pushes the right button in me and I cum again
as you do, both of us lost to it.

Collapsing together on our sides, we gasp for breath.  Still
entwined, we drag the blanket up and drift off for a while.








  
kevin2