The man leaned over and kissed his wife. Their tongues and lips indulged in mutual exploration. The timelessness of the kiss was disrupted by the urgent need to take a deep breath to supply enough air for the rapid pace of their hearts. At that moment, Angie pulled back with her hands on the mattress. Her legs rose, her feet touched the back of his thighs, and she pulled him to the bed. Tim leaned forward and rested his palms on the flat surface. He slid his hands over her back and, at the exact moment, felt her arms embracing him. He crawled on all fours until his body was just above hers. The touch on both sides of his waist made him smile in response to her smile. He didn't need to look back to see the female legs raised in the air. The hot, wet touch on the tip of his penis elicited his deep sigh and Angie's soft moan. He aimed his manly firmness with a hand at this heat and pushed his pelvis forward.
A loud sigh escaped his throat as he felt the slippery heat. How many times had he felt it this year? Tim quickly drow away the annoying thought and dived into the present moment. The first rubs created an intensifying vortex that swirled in his lower abdomen. Tim's noisy breathing mingled with Angie's muffled moans. The familiar tickle of her fingers on his back reminded him to speed up his pace. She showed him her approval by wrapping her arms around his back and crossing her ankles over his ass. The world around them seemed to disappear. Tender touches and burning emotions were all that remained.
A soft hum mingled with the quick mumbling of the mattress springs. Driven by mutual pleasure, Tim and Angie paid attention to it only when the walls began to howl and the bed shook with a light, rapid vibration. Angie growled unhappily and pressed Tim's shoulders down. The man narrowed his eyes at the walls without stopping. This natural warning failed to break the charm of their pleasant experience. The bed began to sway, almost along the line of the upper left corner and the lower right corner. The slow, long movements disrupted Tim's nimble rhythm. Angie hissed. Her arms spread to the side, pounding the surface of the bed with fists. "Turn," she said, moving her body counterclockwise to adjust its direction to the direction of the tremors. The man obeyed willingly. Now the shaking helped Tim's thrusts. He grinned, straightened his body on his palms and knees, and he allowed the naturΠ΅ to rock his body. Forward to Angie's abdomen and back to her legs. She giggled, "This works." She also laughed as the tremors intensified and became more frequent. The top of the bed began to thunder from the blows on the wall.
The tremors become stronger. There was no more than a second between them. The man and woman stared at each other. Their minds began to scream, "Get up! Run! Save yourself! "However, the horizontal force of the earthquake moved their genitals in an irresistibly pleasant way. The two contradictory sensations merged and created a unique, strange pleasure. The man rose even higher, so the only contact between their bodies was the genitals. Broad smiles appeared on their faces, and their eyes blurred from focusing on sexual sensation. Dust and pieces of plaster came off the ceiling. Tim fizzed as he felt the blows to his back and legs. Angie placed her right palm on her face and squinted. Her left palm slipped under the man's abdomen. The woman let out a long, hoarse moan. The shaking bed did not allow her searching fingers to touch her clitoris as she needed. "Calm down a bit", She cried against the mumbling walls.
Black lines slid along the walls with a loud crack. This event finally forced people to stop. Tim uttered a short roar because his penis felt the coolness of the air. Angie moaned as her fingers finally managed to rub the clit. Her lips curled in satisfaction but immediately bared her teeth because Tim pulled her elbow.
Stumbling and staggering, Tim and Angie headed to the back door. Unfulfilled desire burned in their eyes no matter the fear on their faces. As they walked away, crawling on all fours on the lawn in front of the house, they both felt the tremors subside. Tim sat down on his steps and put his hands on his knees. His eyes darted down to his still-preserved erection. His penis was still stiff, covered in feminine moisture, trembling with unsatisfied desire.
"I almost succeeded. Can you imagine? I would have an orgasm without caring about the earthquake, "he said. "I can believe you," she replied, rubbing between her legs with a few slow movements of her palm. "I felt the same. If he hadn't pulled me out of bed, I would have stayed there to masturbate."
"Couldn't this earthquake have waited a few more minutes?" she continued, slamming the ground with her palms. Tim hugged her and pressed his penis into her belly. "We could try again. We both need it."
The woman buried her face in his shoulder and sobbed, "No, no, no, I can't. This earthquake finally managed to ruin my desire. I'm not in a mood right now."
He sighed loudly and pursed his lips, feeling the tension in his testicles.
