she loved the weight of him folding her in half
the girth of him splitting her in two
and the pulsing rhythm of his breath
as he roughly kissed her
in synch with his hard pummeling hips on hers..
he was taking her exactly where she wanted to go
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“don’t stop” she said ancxiously
“I want to watch you”
and so she did
eyeing every supple movement
every hot nipple pinch
that mirrored his upward shaft stroke
she ran her fingers along his thighs whispering
“don’t stop…. make yourself cum for me”
and as she saw him wrestling with his own boundaries
shaking from the proximity to the point of no return
she dipped her fingers into her slippery cunt
then slid them into the startled rim
of his sensitive anal canal
and when she pushed in to mid knuckle deep
she heard that familiar bear’s growl
saw his hips rise and quake
and she greedily drank from his spouting white geyser
like a little girl at her very own cooling fountain
in the sizzling heat of the naked summer
he’d had her lying flat
and she was near her first orgasmic eruption
when he lifted her off the ground without warning
her claws sunk into his flexing back
and rocking gluteus for leverage
as he lifted her nearly off his body
right to the tip of his swelling cock head
then dropped her down on that thick shaft spike
until she almost felt it jostle her right behind her eyes
he echoed that ragdoll spike repeatedly until the last one
triggered the onset of her raging explosion
then he pressed her to the wall swiftly
and jackhammered her at a speed that literally
took her breath and body’s shivering reason away
she came with such intense fury
she ripped his skin and bit his shoulder
and left a small river
running down his rock solid thighs
when she could focus again
she heard him whisper
“see, that’s how it should feel”
and as he pulled her in
and kissed her slowly
she melted into a pruriently peaceful puddle
of purring bliss
it was her night, he decreed, to be treated
like a elegant wanton princess
her needs the only duty to be honored
but she had not yet learned that role
unsure of command
shy about not being the server
“let me show you, your highness” he smiled
he gently removed her formal skirt
slipped her out of her stockings and lace coverings
laid her back and whispered
“just close your eyes and let me see how many
I can give you….
I’ll stop, say, at 5 or 6….
then you tell me what you wish for next
and it is yours without question”
she shuddered with a wet purr on the very first touch
and fell all too swiftly into her royal lip-biting
hair-tugging, clit-bursting reverie
and by the third, she already knew
what she was going to demand next
and she thought, ‘no, I want it now…’
suddenly, she boldly mused
she might never wish to relinquish her crown
she not only adored the shapes and textures of him
in the kiss of the morning’s light
but she loved the muscular flexing
and gentle shivers she could create
with the very softest of touches
more than anything
she loved to make him wait
and want
and wonder
and plead silently
it was his turn to obey
and she was savoring
every seductive ambrosial breath of it
she held her breath hovering in wonder
as he rocked teasingly at the shallow end
of her pool of honey cavern
would he finger her anal bud?
pinch her wanton clit?
or just drive his shaft so deep
her eyes would roll back and see stars?
he left her hanging until she began to wiggle and whimper
and almost start to tear up
then all sopping hell broke
spectacularly carnally loose
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sometimes at a lull in her office day
she’d have them hold her calls
(she told them she needed to meditate)
she would shed every stitch of her work clothing
and find some new shameless way
to bring herself some erotic pleasure
today she knelt in her chair
imagining him fucking her mercilessly
while reining her hair from behind
and it gave her such a succession of moaning hard hit peaks
she decided that next time he was in town
he was going to get his ass in here
and do just that
the sound of her voice cumming in wild waves
echoed in his ears when they were apart
sometimes he had to stop everything
and work himself up to join her
in creating some sopping sticky
soaring harmonic disturbances
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she’d never had much luck with oral infused orgasms
but this man had a breathtaking dextrous gift
and by the time he was through
she had nearly been levitated off the bed
with a rising succession
of raw clit-bursting rapturous climaxes…
she wondered, in her quivering haze
if she should just lock him to her bed frame
forever…
she had promised him she’d be good
knowing it was late and it was crunch time
for this work he had to finish tonight
but the itch she had was unstoppable
she hit the shower and tried to mute
the grunting, growling fiercely-launched labial explosions
she administered to her tingling body one after the other
she wrapped herself loosely in her robe
and tried to catch her breath
as she padded quietly past his workroom
she started as the door opened and it caught her robe in the throes
baring just enough for him to stop mid-sentence
“oh God” he whispered
his favorite curve was showing and he needed a taste
he leaned in for a soft kiss and lick
she fed him that and more
as she leaned back against the wall
pressed him to his knees before her
laid one long scented leg over his shoulder
vise gripped his hair
and whispered “you needed a break…
and a snack…. didn’t you”
and she whimpered an endless moan as she heard and felt
his slippery cunt-muffled reply
(photo submitted by horseofadifferentcolor)
