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Damn you. Damn your delicious body and your perfectly groomed facial hair. All I ever want to do is run my fingers along your face, muscles, flesh and as Meg Myers put it: "skin you with my tongue." It's not fair that I get turned on just by looking at you. I'm so annoyed with myself but all I can do is think of that last time...
I may not have been able to see your face as you rode me from behind, but I could feel you driving yourself into me, with both your hands leveraging my shoulders. Each thrust was glorious; hearing your breathing stagger as you plunged deeper, and feeling your hands grasp me tighter. As we writhed on our sides, I tried to hold onto the bed sheet for support, but no luck. You had strewn the sheet lazily across the mattress, almost as an afterthought.
My body began to spasm and I leaned away from you. Your hand came up to my face, fingers gently pressing against my jaw, as you turned my face back towards you. You ran your thumb across my lips and I hungrily tried to taste your skin.
You thrust deeper and harder. A moan escaped my throat and my eyes fluttered, my face still in your hand. You turned my face forward again and quickly started arranging my legs; bent at the knees and tangled within your own.
Then you were on top of me; straddling my ass, with my legs still bent underneath you. I must have looked like a damn turkey dinner.
Wait, what the hell?! How did you do that?!
Then you drove yourself into me and I gasped.
Oh fuck, I don't care how you did it, just don't stop. I'm paralyzed and I don't care.
My face sunk into the mattress.
You humped me slowly to gauge how I was taking the position. The deep penetration made my muscles spasm and I pulled you further into me with my vaginal walls. I suppose that was the signal. You began plunging yourself into me with fervor and I could feel the head of your penis gliding in and out of me.
DON'T scream, not with someone in the next room.
The sound of my pleasure was muffled by the poorly laid bed sheet.
Fingers wrapped around the back of my neck and pushed my face further into the bed.
Oops, guess I was too loud. It's not my fault these sounds are coming out of me... it's yours.
You slid your fingers up from my neck and into my hair. Your hand grabbed a fistful and pulled at the roots.
I was kept in that position, I'm not sure for how long. Eventually, you climbed off of me to stand at the edge of the bed. You pulled my body towards yours and positioned me with my ass in the air and my head down on the bed.
I don't know if it was because you liked mine, in particular, or you were just an ass man; but I felt your hand jiggle my butt cheek a little, followed, of course, by the spank.
I giggled and rubbed my face into the mattress, grinning ear to ear.
I can't explain why, I just find it amusing.
Your dick began working deeper into me. Hands found my hips and your thrusting became harder and faster. I breathed heavily into the sheet, my fingers curling into the spread. I let out a low cry as my body shook. Your body responded and I heard you let out a deep breath as you came.
I laid there feeling drowsy and completely satisfied. I think you tried to indicate for me to scoot over and make room for you.
I'm not moving, I'm too happy.
Strong arms wrapped around me and scooted me further up onto the bed. I smiled contently. We both stayed cuddled up with each other, naked, for a few minutes. Then...
Oh no. You've got to be kidding me.
"What?" You asked.
"I'm hungry again...but not for food."
It hadn't even been a full 15 minutes. However, you giggled, turned me over and managed to satisfy me all over again.
I'm not using you for sex. I enjoy you in so many other ways. I just...need to be blindfolded with my hands tied behind my back so that I can't look at you and I'll be able to keep my hands to myself. That's all.
I just find you so...edible.