Now

My head lays on his stomach, my fingers play along his happy trail, my eyes watch as he jerks ever so slightly from my touch. 

His tip still glistening with our cum, and he’s playing with my hair. This moment after our rushing joined climax, is bliss. He’s humming, my ears pick up the vibrations. 

I want to ask him all those questions about love, and us, and our future, instead I remain enamored with the feel of him. The truth is, if he didn’t love me, or want us he wouldn’t be laying here with me, wouldn’t be pushing me to better myself. I kiss his trail, smile, turn my face into his groin and savor the smell and taste of him.

His hums become moans, his hand firms around my scalp, his tip calls to me, begs for me. A full long kiss from my tongue dances and glides around his shaft before I enjoy the swelling feel of his tip hitting my throat. I raise my body over him, trying to take him deeper, completely; a feat I keep mastering. 

I gag as he spanks my bottom, his hips thrust upwards enjoying the mess my mouth is making all over him. 

“Fuck babygirl.”

His words drive me, I’m gasping, crazed on him. I’m drenched and soaked from our morning, I am drenched and soaked in need all over again. 

I climb over him, lower myself, my cunt tightens while stretching to fit him. He raises his head, kisses my lips and brings me down face to face with him. 

This, at this moment we are fucking each other, I ride as he thrusts, I kiss as he bites, I pull his hair as he pulls mine. I breathe him in, as he fills my lungs with his air.