I can feel the heat from the day waft through the lazy curtains on the breeze. I watch as they stir, the light making them appear crisp and white despite me never washing them. And how long have I been here? Two years? Long enough to dampen that brilliant white with a sheer coat of living. But the sun, or should I say the glare, hides all my housekeeping sins just as surely as it is the cause of them.
I am almost panting as I lay here, in the heat of the day, caressed by half known sheets and a veil of perspiration, almost imperceptible to the naked the eye.
And your eyes are naked.
They sweep over me, followed by your hands. I smile into the crook of my elbow, opening my eyes fully as you roll me over onto my back. Your mouth and nose already finding the hollow at the base of my throat, whispering kisses along the length of my collar bone and then up behind my ear. My skin, despite the heat, is eager for your attention. Trembling beneath the pressure of lips and tongue.
You make me feel decadent. Like chocolate cake after a satisfying meal. And you have satisfied me. My body sings of the memory of our passion from what feels like but moments before. But time, our time together, is fleeting. The circumstances focusing our want until we both luxuriate in an almost perpetual simmer of lust, heightening even the most mundane of interactions... your fingertips drawing a moan of approval as they lightly trace the curve of my cheek before you are kissing me there. And then my jaw. And then my mouth.
Somehow your mouth feels hotter than outside. An impossibility but such is the sensation. I am willing as you ease me underneath you. Your weight slipping between my open thighs, your cock, hard and throbbing is as hot as your mouth, it presses against my hip and then eases inside me. And I am moaning again. The stretch of well used muscles, the ache of well used flesh, the tension in already well used nerves and there is naught else for me to do.
So I moan and I sigh as you thrust languidly inside me, as if I am the only thing you have to do all day. And you want to do me well. My body applauds your attention, my minds eye following the lazy pace of your cock inside me. I draw my knees up to your hips before folding my heels into your lower back. Rocking to meet you. Encouraging your attentions. Your intentions.
"Sore?"
"Mmm delightfully so."
I murmur in response to your question, as the lightest of your touch has me quivering. I draw your mouth to mine once more, forgetting about the ache and surrendering myself to your want. Allowing it to build mine. Allowing the pleasure to thrill throughout well used synapses unused to this, so sensual a marathon. Beneath me your hands catch the swell of my arse, holding me as you thrust into the wet heat of my sex, until it is you who are moaning. My pussy clasping around your cock as every part of me trembles. You slow then, just as I am holding my breath, my eyes closed as I chase the end of an unfurling tendril deep inside my womb.
You slow and I moan. And then you stop. Buried inside me. Waiting for me to open my eyes. When I do, you are smiling. The tip of my nose, kissed.
"Tease." I whisper it accusingly. Playfully.
You cough. Clearing your throat and looking away momentarily before you find my eyes again.
"May I..."
