You are mine
My hands on your shoulders. My mouth to yours. I'm afraid to let go, afraid you could vanish. I back you up until you reach the mattress at the back of your knees. I love to undress you. The buttons are fumbled with slowly, too slowly for my taste, they are all undone. Undone, I grab your collar and pull you towards me. Our lips meet again and our tongues start to duel. I can't get enough of you. You are kissing my neck, nipping. I love that. My jaw, my throat, my ear. Now that will take you far, young man. You do know what buttons to push to get me turned on and eager. Who could get enough of you?
I am thinking back to in the car. Your hand's on my thigh. As if you needed to seduce me. A thousand bolts of electricity, directly to my groin. Me, surprising myself with that surge of lust. Usually so reserved, so cold. Just pull over, I'll jump you right here. And I could have. But we had plans, you know.
Back to reality. Your shirt is whipped off. You are now seated on the mattress. I could take you just like that. Straddle you and ride that cock. I am so turned on. But oh, that would be nice, I'm sure you'd enjoy that as well.
My hands run through the fur on your chest. I cool my thoughts by focusing. With my lips and tongue, I attack your nipple. Nip it with my teeth, Suck it till it rises to attention, And then I attack the other one, Purely out of fairness, you understand.
But what's this, Your pants are still on? Fast, much faster than the shirt. Off they go. The briefs as well, but only after a good look by me, Cause I happen to love the way that ass of yours looks in them. Focusing is good, It's keeping me from jumping those bones of yours, remember.
I want you on top, you see. Holding me down. Keeping me from somehow floating away. This could be too good to be true, after all. I want to grip you to me, As if, if I didn't you'd somehow get away. Silly thought.
And then it is me on the mattress. Nude. Turned on as all hell. Dripping, swollen and hot in anticipation. Both of us, equally. You are pulled on top of me. Our lips crush together. Our bodies grinding. I expect to see a spark. I am moving under you, savoring the sweet friction', As the length of your cock stroking mine. Which is so hot that it burns, Exciting me to the point that my hips are bucking. My legs raise and lock above your hips. I want you inside of me NOW.
And you of course, Want nothing more as well. So you enter me, Quickly to the hilt. Your decent smooth, And you are eagerly gripped by me, As you begin to slide, Deeper, shallow. And I contain the urge to moan and howl, Because, god, there is nothing better then this feeling. Faster you go, And that's exactly what I need at this moment, A serious banging. Gliding over all the sweet spots, But pounding me still, (into submission?) Submission, that sounds good. I like the thought that this is being done to me. That you are doing me, because god knows I need it.
Grunting, Both of us, Faster still, And I can feel both of us, Coming to our conclusion, Gaining momentum like a stone rolling down a hill. Come on, Fuck me like you never have before, Fuck me like you have a lesson to teach me. Call it discipline, if you will. I pant, I am so close. Sparks about to turn into fire. I hold my breath and the spasms begin, I grip onto to you like I cannot let you go, At the same time, Need you to pound into me. You as well, I can tell. Have tensed up. Your cock and balls, swollen hard, With the need to shoot your hot cum into me. And then you do. As if I weren't hot enough I can feel the heat of it, Burning into my skin.
I can breath again.