Body

There's something about being naked alone with a body belonging to another. Passion is shown by the way he touches my body, it’s no longer foreign to him, he is confidant in his grasp. He lays next to me intertwining our legs together. My body melts into his. My happiness is right there leaning my head on his chest hearing his heartbeat still beating at a fast pace from his recent orgasm. He is relaxed but undeniably happy from our encounter. Nothing separates my body from his, yet still I crave to be closer to him. I tell him I'm happy that I am with him in that moment. And even though we are right there together I tell him I miss him and I have missed him, I missed all the time we could have spent together, because for some reason I always want to be around him yet we can only spend limited amounts of our time together. Our bodies belong together. One and one, body and body, skin and skin, bones and bones.

In this position he is hands free, not fully committing to my body that with which his hands can commit to. This is my time now, may I begin again by touching his very lifeline. His eyes are closed and he is lying on his back, head cocked to the ceiling thinking possibly of sensuality in the form of me. My hand, formerly placed over his chest, has slid down to the base of his lifeline. Now rocking it back and forth individually circling my fingers over the base of him, purposely gliding over parts of him with my nail, then to the tip, I rub slowly with my middle finger. I can feel the blood pumping. He’s become wider and longer by now. I take my eyes off off his lifeline for a moment to gaze into his face, with expression, his face has released his feelings. He is trying to hold in his moans. I tell him to reveal himself outwardly, so he lets out a soft sigh. He is amazing now, his body twitches a little, telling me he is ready for me to mount him again. So I do. But not so fast, I want his body to burn with excitement. So I rub my lover against his full erect one. I can feel his lifeline underneath me getting harder, longer, and wider. His erection was trying to find pleasure among paradise. He opened his eyes, admiring the bronze body before him. He loves it, so he claims it under his hands starting from my bum, smacking it in sex driven rage, he then skips to the Double D’s not surprisingly, he loves fondling them, especially the erection they get when aroused. He has become ecstatic, his hips are moving in a circular motion now trying to find the entry. He is torturing himself this way, purposely, trying to hold back, it's the pain he's getting from not wanting to enter in so quickly, he wants to hold back, so when he finally enters, he feels ecstasy. It's more pleasurable for him that way.

I place my one hand on his chest to calm him and the other onto his lifeline to guide it to its lover. I feel the tip push on its own, it too is excited to meet its lover, I make the entry slow, so I can feel all of it, until his base meets with mine, then I feel him deep inside of me, it’s in now and I gasp. In one sudden motion he is right where he should be, perfectly sunk into his treasure. Then wrapping his hands around my waistline, he guides me the way he wants me to go. I try to take to take control and ride him at a comfortable pace but his strong hands overpower my entire body, so I submit to him in this manner and I lean on him to support myself. Our baby making bodies in motion. He is working himself at medium pace, I am shivering now, a sign of exponential sensation, but it's too much for me, I tell him to slow down, first he ignores me, I say “ baby slow down for me”, he removes his hands from my waistline only to wrap his arms around my back, grab me, and pull me closer to him pumping a little faster than before. I say “baby stop”, then I scream out a moan, this sensation has overtaken our bodies, mines is overwhelmed. I like being submissive, and this feeling is so sudden I must peak soon. “Stop” I plead, I want this built up pressure to release now. “Stop, stop”, but at the same time I want to savor it. "Stop” He pretends he doesn’t hear me and now he is pumping his body faster, too fast for me. My peak is coming sooner than expected. Here it is, my body is taken up, stiff, yet still somehow shaking, I feel as though I'm about to pass out, am I tearing right now? I don't know how to respond, my hands don't know what to do. I cannot focus. My body is shaking violently now, I let out moans of desperation The sensation is finally flooding out of my body, I feel it leaving me like a ghost, yet still holding onto me like a shadow. I have mentally separated myself from him. Yet I do not realize he is still going, but has genuinely slowed down at this point. He went after me like a gentleman. My body, still tense from peaking, he lays me down beside him for both of us to rest.

To be continued...