We both shift after being awaken by rolling thunder. Howling wind beats against the windows, overshadows the crashing ocean waves.
"Morning."
Your hand caresses through my dark hair. Your dry lips graze my forehead. Your hand runs down my spine. You pull me closer by the small dip on my back. My bare breasts press delicately against your chest. My sleepy eyes gaze up at your sheepish smile.
Our lips lock.
Your hand snakes up to cup my breast. Gently your thumb brushes across my nipple. Back and forth. Circling, then rolling the sensitive peak between your digits. Then you taste me and explore my erected nipple with your lapping tongue. You trace figure-eights before devouring and nibbling.
My breathy moan rings soft. All the while my hand seeks and finds you between our bodies. With slow, long stroke, I caress your length. You're aroused and hard. My thumb rolls across sticky drooling tip.
You knead me harder. Rougher.
I let go to bring one leg over and hook behind you. Your cock presses against my moist nether lips. My body tenses with anticipation. I consume your mushroom head. My nails hold onto your arm while your hand hikes my leg higher, parting me wider for your swollen head.
"Hmm."
Slowly, firmly, you slip in me. Inch by inch. My slippery tunnel draws you in; holds you tight. I feel your burning flesh inside me. Your pulsating vines extend and expand me. You fill me. You slide back. My sticky warmth coats and glistens your arousal.
With force, you push! Hard. Deep. Each slow back and forth is harder, deeper than the last. I push back. Engulfing you. Making you explore my inviting depth.
Lips to lips. Tasting and savoring each other. Our movements sync. We hold on tightly. Savoring the sensation. Ecstasy flows and overtakes us.
Whispers. Grunts. "Fff...fuck."
I have you all inside me. Again. And again. Your rigid shaft moves in and out. Our passion builds with each deliberate stroke. The fullness. The connection. Husky breaths. Soft words. Assuring we are close.
"Look at me."
Our eyes lock. Our bodies melt. Ten folds our hearts race. You stretch me. I respond. My hips grind against you. Harder. Slow. Deep.
"I'm."
Your fingers lace through my hair. Gently pull my head back. Teeth graze my skin. Your lips on my neck. Your hand on my throat; lightly tightens. My body trembles. Yours tense. Our bodies ache.
