And we're moving together now, that slick sliding feeling and you draw back further and further now with each teasing stroke until I feel the head slide low below my clit and it starts to catch, it starts to move inside, just a quarter of an inch, barely enough to open me, but I shudder with excitement and anticipation. And because this is just a story, because there's no reality to get in the way with pesky pregnancies and diseases, there's a flush of fear that this time it will be different, this time it will build and there will be no pause, you won't stop, on one of these strokes, when I'm choking back sobs of lust you will take one hand on my flank, one over my shoulder and around to my back and you will hold me firm and slice me open with one long, smooth stroke, and I'll split for you, I'll sheath you in my hot wetness, and in one moment of insanity it will be done, you will be caught deep inside and the shock will arrest us both.
You'll push yourself over me then, in that moment when I am too stunned to even breathe, and when I can finally inhale, you'll have my chin in your palms and your eyes will challenge mine, and you'll kiss me. And I'll feel you then, on two fronts, your tongue deep in my mouth, your cock deeper in my cunt, and everything will be heat and moisture and excitement. My hands will pull at you -- as deep as you are in me, as hard as you try to split me open, I want more of you, I want you deeper, harder, until every bit of your skin is touching every bit of my skin and I think you'll sink right through and into me. I can't have enough of you now, your mouth urgent, intimate, your pelvis harsh against mine. You push back, half on your knees, and grab an ankle, pulling my leg up, my thigh against your belly and my ankle over your shoulder. I rotate to accommodate, half on my side, and it's a beautiful view, with my hair spread out like a cape behind me on the white sheets, my breasts rolling with each movement you make inside me. My face is contorted with pleasure, my hands clench at the sheets, and your pull my ankle hard up, opening me up for you and you can see yourself sliding deeper and deeper into me with each stroke and your ears are full of my little cries. Is it pleasure? Pain? You don't know and you hardly care. You can feel your climax building, you can feel me clenching around you, milking you, sucking you almost as I catch my breath. My hands twist at the sheets knotted in my fists and my whole body spasms in a beautiful curve on the sheets and I contract hard around your penis. You explode into me, your nails digging into my ankles, my eyes on your face, my mouth open, gasping into my own orgasm and you shiver little contractions into me down the length of your penis, and I clench around you in fading aftershocks.
Exhausted, you release my leg; my body pivots around your penis, still hard inside me, and you lower your body onto mine, pressing a little deeper, and ease yourself onto the bed, onto your side, as I pivot back around. Your head is in my palm, my leg around your waist. You grasp my hip and slide in and out of me a little, slowly. You like the way my eyes close involuntarily with each stroke, the way I shudder with the pleasure of it, my fingers tight against your skin.
And you kiss me then, the little tender kisses that you use that evoke all the words I'll never say, when you look in my eyes and see them anyway, but it doesn't matter because all I can think of is your penis inside me, your lips on my lips, all mouth and just the occasional lick. I want to cuddle you now -- I push my pelvis up against you to keep you inside and forehead to forehead, nose to nose, my fingers entwined in your hair, we sleep.
