Lovemaking

“Take me to bed with you”, you asked.  I obliged.  You wanted to “make love”.    I told you it wasn’t possible.  I said, “We’ll end up fucking.  It always ends in fucking baby”.  But you persisted, staring intently into my eyes.

Remember how you told me to take off my shirt?  You were so demanding, yet so sensual.  And I did, becoming submissive to you and to my usual controlling nature.  You tried.  You wanted terribly to “make love”, even as you entered me from behind, a very non-loving position, in my opinion…

You paused to lick my juices ever so slowly from my clit to my…oh fuck this lovemaking baby…I grasped the sheets on my mattress, moans of ecstasy  coming from my throat, your mouth making that love you’re claiming in between my legs, my body wanting nothing more than to be fucked…

You paused again, to kiss the small of  my back, running your tongue lightly up my spine, encouraging me to push back further onto your hardness, making you lose focus of your “love making”, your thrusting becoming quicker and deeper, just the way I like it, my moans turning into screams, bringing you back to your reality, your act of “making love”, ruining my desire to get fucked…

Remember telling me to turn on my back?  “I want to see your face in ecstasy, I want to watch you”, were your words…

I lifted my legs to accommodate your position, enabling entry of your full length…”Oh yes, fuck me”, escaped my lips as my eyes rolled back, my hands reached out to your ass, pressing you deeper into me, enjoying the fullness of you inside my walls…

Your mouth hungrily kissed mine, your lips sucking at my lips, my chin, my face.  Oh. My. Dear. Sweet. “Your pussy is going to make me come”, you said, slowing down your thrusting, allowing me time to move against your hips, the rush of MY pleasure now seconds away.  I looked up at you, watching you watch me.  “You’re smiling at me”, I whispered breathlessly. “Why are you smiling?”

“I like the way you look when you come.  I see all your sexiness” and you kissed me, anticipating the throbbing that was just about to…

…my fists clenching in the sheets, head thrashing on the pillow, your hardness up inside me, grinding, my legs reached up and wrapped around your hips.  It’s now and it’s uncontrollable and you moved so swiftly with me, your mouth waiting for my screams so you could swallow them…hindering my cries…

And you’re fucking me, trying hard to slow your movements on me, my body writhing against you…and now…

Oh. Yes. Baby. Fuck. Oh. Yes. Harder. Yes. Baby. Dear. God. Oh. Yes.

“Come again”, you said.  And you’re not stopping.  You’re not stopping, you’re beating it faster, as deep as it can get because…I know why….now it’s my turn to smile.  I know it’s your time.  “Come again”, you repeat.  “Why baby?  Why do you want me to come again?”  I moaned in pleasure, loving your insistence on pleasing me again and again.  I moved my hips to meet your thrusts, enjoying every sensation of pleasure running through my body, so ready and able to come again…

…and I came.  Again.  And then one more time.  And you continued, fucking me the way I loved, doing my pussy, oh so right until…

….it was your turn.  Your mouth came down on mine, sucking and kissing and leaving me breathless from your kisses. 

Oh. Yes. Baby. Your. Pussy. Is. So. Sweet. Oh. Fuck. Oh. Fuck.

Quiet peacefulness, aside from our hearts beating in our throats.  Minutes passed.  You pulled away, sadness now overwhelming me from the absence of your body from mine. 

And then, as you moved away, you kissed the back of my knee. 

That, right there?  That was “lovemaking” baby….

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