The moment the door closed behind him, he wrapped his arm around her waist and reached in for the kiss she had been waiting for all night. This was a much better experience than the one he had been hoping for. As humiliating as it was, it was now worth it to be kissing the lips of a woman more beautiful than he could have ever imagined kissing.
There were sparks in this kiss akin to a Fourth of July Extravaganza, exploding every tactile joining from the lips. In a rush, she slid his shirt off. With one hand, he forced her two hands above her head as a sensation of being tied up; with the other hand he began to explore her body focusing on those legendary breasts. Seduced, they gave in to the primal ecstasy.
Unable to resist anymore, she pulled down her arms, breaking free of his hold. "No, sir, we are going to do this right." She lifted her dress off her body. His arms wrapped around her, their faces Sigourney Weaver-Alien close. He unhooked the bra, celebrating as their bare flesh touched. She enjoyed the feeling of her nipples in his hairy chest. They kissed once more and he pulled her hair back to face him, communicating only in primal grasps.
Gently but forcefully, he pushed her to the bed. Sliding off her leggings, he took a moment to worship the goddess before he entered. From this position, they had the shape of ancient indigenous burial mounds. And he treated them with the same reverence and respect that they were due. These were massive, obviously, as was evidenced by his swelling cock. But there was a certain wonder they contained. The Pyramids, The Hanging Gardens, The Colossus. Those ancient wonders dared to be equal to those breasts.
He was about to approach a holy temple. The tools at his disposal were the ones best suited for her pleasure. He touched them delicately with his hands before wrapping them around the massive structures as much as he could. He couldn't wrap them in one so she wrapped them in two. And then he began. A quick kiss. Then another, longer. He gradually took longer and longer until he added the tongue. A meditator in tune with the universe, he listened to her body's impulses. Once it gave him permission, he bit ever so gently to a delightful moan. Then the sucking began and her loud shouts signified her climax.
He continued for several more orgasms, listening to her body's directions. After three more orgasms, she barely was able to say the word "cock." Not quite sure understanding consent from that, he checked with her one more time as he lay above her. With a thumbs up, he entered her the first time. Almost immediately the sweet sensation of the innermost sanctum of her temple, he almost cried upon entry into such a remarkable location. This was happiness, joy, ecstasy. Surrendered, she watched his thrusting, triumphantly, moaning, with every insertion.
Here they were at a certain moment in time and she reveled in the most sacred of this night she had been gifted. Selfishly he kept her in missionary so as to see them flop up and down. These breasts were made for missionary. Transitioning he wrapped her legs around him, forcing him faster, more intense. Nonchalantly she presented her throat to him, subtextually asking to be choked. The gentleman obliged, to the sound of an eruption that should have had its own scientific classification.
Exhausted, he lay down next to her on the bed, eyes locked on the thing the first drew him to her. Those eyes. It had always been the eyes.
