Deep as the pilgrimage to my womb lays, his cock finds it easily, pulling out and then driving back in, circling his hips for additional measure, pulling out my pleasure, filling me, leaving me aching, needy, and desperate to be filled instantly again. 

I’ve gathered his face in my palms, resting my lips on his chin, biting down against the boney flesh for no other reason than to taste him. His mouth breathing heavy across my face. 

He moves in me like waves, tilting upwards and making me scream, his hair gathers in my grip, and still I can’t feel him close enough. I am miniscule under him. 

Lights flicker outside, the street lamps turn on illuminating the interior. He glows in their shadow above me. Soft silence consumes me, his beauty over shadowing the moment. 

Breath finds me again, I’ve cum, I’ve blasted my waves across his abdomen, soaked his cock with me. Now I lie back, hitting the floor, straining my hips up as pulses and floods me with his seed.