Naked Together pt 1

It’s our last morning together. Talking about breakfast has turned, unsurprisingly into my kissing her left nipple, the more sensitive of the two. Her body responds instantly, and I can see her back arching and arms reaching up toward the headboard, offering her body to me. My fingers slide down the soft skin of her belly, over her navel ring, and into the smooth, milky valley between her thighs. Her wetness is there to greet my fingers, which slip inside. I lift my lips to kiss hers, and her mouth falls open, her tongue plunging full into my mouth, telling me everything I want to know. I reach deep, knowing how much she loves to penetrated, and then curl inside searching…for…THAT. I feel her walls inside abruptly close on my fingers and squeeze. Her voice comes out ragged, “I want you to fuck me.” I curl my fingers again, and pretend to ignore her for a bit. She writhes on the bed as I continue kissing her, settling my weight on her, the feel of her skin on mine the most intoxicating tonic. But I relent, and rise to my knees as I bend over to grab a condom. She curls around, her mouth abruptly on me, and my body responding, growing to full hardness against the electric feel of her tongue on me. I shiver everywhere she touches me, but this touch has an especially profound effect today.

 

My hands are shaking as I struggle to tear the wrapper with slick fingers. I finally get it open, but her mouth is casting a spell on me below. She take a moment to breathe, and I unroll it, stretching it over the head and pulling it down. She lays back, licking her fingers and rubbing the wetness on herself. I lay on her, and she takes me in her hand and guides me inside. Entering her body is explosive, her defined muscles creating an eye-crossing whirl of sensation. I sink in, her legs folding up under me. I start to stroke, searching for that steady rhythm as her breath comes rushing out in loud gasps. Her skin is alive, flushing as her body pumps life furiously throughout. For a few minutes I continue, and I see her smile as I finally get my full length charging through her, and that sought-after experience is finally blossoming. I feel myself starting to rise, and I pull out, bidding her to roll over. She does, eagerly, and I take her hips in my hands and plunge back inside. It changes, I’m really fucking her now, thrusting hard and deep, pulling her hips back. She is moaning now, and I am enjoying the feel of her body squeezing me. I want to roll her over again, because I know she might come that way. Her hand goes back down, guiding me in again. I grinding away down, concentrating my hips on hers, making sure that I’m putting pressure in the all the right places as the union of our bodies continues to get wetter and wetter. I tell her to speak to me, but not in English. I love the sound her voice in her preferred tongue. I am watching her face as she focuses intensely on the feeling of me inside her. I can finally, finally bring her that orgasm I have been seeking the whole weekend. Then it happens.

 

Somewhere, my body explodes, every nerve afire. I’m screaming, the intensity overwhelming me. I try to get away from it, but there is no escaping it. My body is exploding inside her again. And again. I lay on her, heaving.

 

What did she do to me?