Sunday, September 25, 2011

House of Cards



Still of the earliest morning hours delicately fills the space.  Flickers of light grace your skin, revealing slivers of the unknown to my eyes.  The air is cool, crisp and thin.  The house is heavy with sleep and exhaustion.  Your breath moves in and out in a calm and rhythmic pace.  Mine is shallow and silent.

Gossamer energy flows between us as we move towards each other on the bed.  The second your hand touches me, I lose any previous reservations.  You touch my face and I move my body to facilitate the movement of your hand over my body.  My nipples are hard under my thin dress, your hands cupping and grabbing my breast.  You lean over to suck my nipple through the cloth, I arch and grab.

You roll over on time of me and kiss me.  The veil of the dark does not allow any distractions or recognition, just the luxury of anonymity.  Hands explore, touch and penetrate.  Your cock is raging hard and big.  Nice shape.

As you kiss down my neck, then my nipples, then my stomach, you run your hands down my arms then my sides and my tits just as your mouth envelopes my pussy, aching for attention.  Tongue and lips move smoothly and deftly over my pussy and clit, rubbing, and penetrating.  You stay down on me until I have cum in your mouth, delivery to my mouth is immediate and hot.  Our faces sliding off each other from the cum all over you.

Naked you lean against the headboard, spread and popped.  Climbing onto you, I slowly lower my dripping body down on you, squeezing as I go.  You fill me to the end. Reach the bottom, rock back and forth, grinding and gripping.  Bounding over you, ass slapping, cum dripping down your balls.

Eager hands push and pull, contort into new explorations.  Sky turning slightly grey, almost making out your face.

Pulling out, you cum all over my ass, rubbing it into my skin with the tip of your cock and your hands.

One last kiss.

keys gone.

still silent steely blue rising.

peaceful.  satisfied.

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