My body under his, his chest to my back, my ass in the air, his mouth tasting me, devouring me, drinking me in, my cries not stopping the movements of his tongue, the shaking and shivers of my body as two orgasms pass over me not slowing him.

He folds me down further using his weight to hold me in position, I have no air in my lungs only the heat of his eyes fill me. How consuming, powerless to stop the force he thrusts in me, deeply, growing inch by inch into my womb, my holes open and filled by him.

He teases me with the sun, teases my body with the warmth of his seed, only to drown me in his tides like the moon. I choke out a beg, he shoves his fingers in my mouth, I am to be used and cum. He grabs my face and looks down at me, he reminds me with his words of his love for me, he tells me to embrace his desire. I do. 

Rough maybe, slow, riding me, then he lowers my torso, rolls down my legs – spreads my thighs and pulls my hands above my head. I ache to grab his hair and kiss him, he teases my lips with his kiss, teases mouth as I am deaperate to kiss him. 

I tell him I love him, whisper an abundance of words speaking to him, conveying more than what my body alone tells him. He continues thrusting, our eyes locked. He kiss me, bites my lips, 

Tells me to cum with him… 

We do. Have and loaded in my core – his seed. Dripping and coating him – my pleasure.