Wrapped

In his arms I lay, the fire he placed within me leaking out along my thighs, my knees shake from the aftermath and the yearning to claw his back as he rides me subsiding. 

His teeth have bruised the softness of my breasts, and my neck is lined with his fingers prints. There’s a throbbing pain where my thighs meet my soaked lips, I wonder if his mouth did more than just suck my juices. 

There’s a delay in my memory, between when he came up behind me and rolled his thumbs along my neck and back, to when I was being rocked on top of him. The jelly wasn’t used, and yet I’m aching back there. My mouth tastes of my flavor and his scruff has left my lips aggravated. However my hair is knotted in braids, a sign he took his time bringing my body to redemption. 

I remember him thrusting up in me as I cried out, unable to ride him, I remember being thrown under him as my legs were forced into my face by his weight, I remember grabbing his neck and gasping for air… 

How I wonder though how many orgasms he gave me as I was spread open for his tasting…