This morning we woke up, no different than yesterday, a flirtatious giggle, a hungry groan, a taste of my kiss, a lick of his lips,

Parting of my thighs, a holy serenade of praises as the nectar of desire glided him in and out of me, pouring to the sheets below. 

My lips parted along the bow of my tongue, dancing with his flavor. 

He bent me over, falling off the mattress from the strength of his thrusts, and never once stopping as my head touched the floor, there was a moment I almost asked to stop, almost, 

Then I felt his cock reach my womb, and knocked the air from my lungs, and I sang his name, till he filled me.