A Study of Sensation

Dark, warm, sleepy...

Knocking at the door. Must get up, must see who's there.

Warm bed, soft sheets.

Sit up. Put on robe. More knocking.

Put on slippers and shuffle down the stairs.

Peek through the side window. It's him.

Unlock and open the door. He walks in. He sees you sleepy, standing there.

He closes the door and pulls you into his arms.

Warm. Smells like wood smoke and male. Feel his strong arms around you.

Burry your face in the crook of his neck and inhale deeply. Comforting.

Warm hands up and down your back. His face buried in your hair. You smell like sleep and woman.

Hands running over your body. Up your arms to cup your face. Thumbs stroking cheeks.

Soft lips against yours, tasting of coffee.

Your hands move up, over arms, shoulders. Hands meet at the back of his neck. Buried in his hair. Coarse and soft. Cool and warm. Collar of his jacket rubs against your hands.

Kissing, touching, rubbing. Bodies fit together. Urge to be closer trying to merge.

Needs rising. Warmth radiating.

He removes his jacket. Carelessly tossed over the bottom of the steps.

You rub up against him as you pass to climb the stairs. His hand runs down your arm. Grasping your hand, he follows you up.

Up the stairs and into the room. He brushes past you. You close the door behind him.

He sits on the edge of the bed. Sheets starting to go cold. You walk to him. Standing between his thighs. His hands running the length of your body. You step out of your slippers as he reaches for your robe. Pulling on the sash lightly, it unties itself.

Your hands on his shoulders. Bending over to hug his head to your chest. His hands now on your bare body. Holding and caressing your back. Face nuzzling your breasts. So soft. So warm.

You reach behind him and pull the shirt from his jeans. As you lift higher, he lifts his arms so you can remove it. Your arms in the air, his lips capture a nipple.

Eyes close. Soft, wet, warm. Feels so good.

You drop the shirt to thread your hands into his hair. Head back. Just feel. One hand caressing your breast. The other at the small of your back. Pressing you closer.

His lips paying homage to your breasts. Licking sucking.

Needing more, you pull away. Grasping his upper arms you pull him to you. Standing him up you work at the button and fly to his denim. He's toeing off his shoes. Left foot, then right.

Denim undone, his cock pressing against the fly. Wanting attention.

The robe drops completely from your arms. Forgotten and discarded at the end of the bed. You walk around to the side. Laying down on the cold sheets. You watch. He shucks off the denim, drawers and socks in one swift, practiced move. Lifting one foot then the other.

Equal footing. Nothing hidden, no shame.

Walking over to you as you lay back. He kneels at the edge of the bed.

Arms bending on either side of your head. Head lowers. Lips caressing. Warmth, coffee, soft. Tongues explore. Fighting for dominance as he settles his body onto yours.

Finally, skin to skin, Warmth returning to the sheets. Unnoticed and unimportant compared to the warmth of the body covering yours.

Soft skin, hard muscles. His cock nestled between your thighs. Hard and velvet. Steel and silk.

Your body floods itself with its eagerness.

Your hands roam his body. So different yet so wonderful.

Broad shoulders, soft skin. Coarse crinkly hair on his chest. Soft as down against your cheek.

His hands threading through your hair as your kiss deepens. Primal. Animalistic. Movements becoming more urgent.

His cock throbs hard against your thigh.

Leverage against his knees, his hips shift. Your legs spread. Your body warm and wet, accepts his cock. Sliding home. You inhale, and sigh.

He moans from the heat. Warm. So soft, so right.

Your legs wrap around his waist. He slides into you further. Filling you to bursting.

You rock your head back, crying out in joy at the feeling of home. Rightness.

Kissing your neck, licking, sucking, nipping. He ducks his head and captures a nipple. Suckling.

You feel your body respond. You throb around him. Your body urging him to move within you. Slick. Soft and hard. He starts to move.

Your hands frantic on his body. Anywhere and everywhere. Touching, moving, grasping.

Slowly you both start the rhythm. Bodies in tune with each other. Rocking as one. Hearts beating franticly together. His lips capture yours again. Tongues battling for supremacy.. Fighting for the right to explore freely. Rhythm speeding up.

You can feel the tension rising. Deep inside. Coiling, like a spring, readied to be sprung. Your hands find his ass. Grasping his cheeks. Pressing him closer. Wanting more of him inside of you than can possibly be. Sensations overload.

You feel the crest coming. A tidal wave of sensation rushing to crash over you. The faster the rhythm, the closer to the edge you get. You feel him tightening. Holding himself to crash over the edge of oblivion with you. You feel it coming. Eyes open suddenly. You lock with his stare. Mouth open, gasping. Grinding yourself against him as he slides home one final time. His shout of triumph mingles with your cries of ecstasy.

Great waves of sensation, rolling through your bodies. His cock pouring its precious fluids into you. Your pussy convulsing around him. Grasping at his cock. Wanting more. Muscles pulse and throb. His lips lock with yours once more in a crushing kiss. Heightening the sensation of your bodies below you. You can feel every inch of yourself and his cock deep inside. Pulsing slowing down as it tries to get every last drop of semen into you. Your pussy, throbbing gently. Trying to keep him inside you as he softens.

Kissing and caressing. Slowly and softly. Tender touching. Bodies replete with satisfaction.

Rolling off to your side, pulling you with him. Still buried within you. Not wanting to let the connection go.

You snuggle into his arms as your breathing returns to normal. Slowly drowsing off to sleep, warm, comfortable. He pulls the covers over you both. Tucking your shoulder under his, your head on his chest. Arms around you. Holding you. Comforting. Sleep beckons. In the arms of your Morpheus you slumber. A smile on your lips as he kisses your brow.