There was a fire between her legs and he wasn’t sure if he was stoking it or putting it out but his wood sure felt stiffer, warm and glowed with a fiery flicker every time he withdrew before going in again.
She wet his dick on her tongue and he slid it right in and seeing the veins dilate on its length as it went in and out made her even hornier.
He went on to kiss her as the giggles died down and little moans rose from their ashes in bated breath.
He pulled back her hood and she trembled under the weight of his tongue. He was a dementor seeking to suck her very soul out and anything else she harboured.
She turned around and rear-ended himself onto his mouth so gently then arched her back to rest her lovelorn pussy onto his ready tongue gently.
His beard tickled the moist trace his tongue left but his kisses made the act tough to follow.
There was this familiar passionate look in her eyes as she did all this and the way she got engrossed in her excitement.
It was almost like kissing freshly watered flower petals only this time all the nectar is there for your taking.
I pinned her on the wall like the masterpiece she was. My Monalisa. The kisses never ending. I may have smudged her into some form of abstract art.
Their bodies moved in harmony as their breathing got even more laborious with her every minor fall and major lift.
What they both agreed on is that they both loved the spontaneous grabbing of the ass while running errands at the house and in public while no one was looking. The lost look in her eyes after a long passionate kiss. The bite marks at weird places from the spasms and my aching wrist from the death grip between her thighs.
It was one of those slow weekends through which he hangs around in his pyjamas all day with half a wood in his pants for most of it. This was no worry anyway since he lived alone and hadn’t seen himself living with someone for the next year or two to come. He had dozed …
For now, her cold feet took the best of her and all they could help her do was walk out of his life and hope things would change.
He had decided to make her little insecurities his reasons to love her more. Not because he found solace from his own frailties but because he wanted to love her until she could love herself.
The kisses lingered too long and when he gasped for air, he broke it off and he stood up to drop his pants.