Zzzz... but not really... because you are up against his warm, masculine body, his arms wrapped around you holding you close... the inevitable is just... inevitable... and so welcome... till you are both wellcummed
A new breath to life
A new depth to happiness
A new way for me, for us
And yet...
Feels like the same old, like it was already
Like it was there all along
Not so new after all
Deftly but slowly unbuttoning his shirt, not letting him touch me during
Unzipping his pants
Sliding his pants down as I slide myself down against his body
Yum yum time!
Elementary, my dear Watson! Isn't it obvious that I want you? Well, then, come over here and let me have my way with you. Oh, you'll enjoy it too, that's my priority always. You wanna play detective? Hmmm?
Deftly but slowly unbuttoning his shirt, not letting him touch me during
Unzipping his pants
Sliding his pants down as I slide myself down against his body
Yum yum time!
Feeling him as he slowly enters me, and slowly thrusts into me, our eyes locked. His pubic bone grinding against mine. His beautiful hands entwined in my dark, long hair.
Genuine words from his lips whispered into my ears, as we lay melded into each other, naked of clothing, naked of pretense, just bare naked in all ways
His. His touch. His words. His voice. His actions. His deeds. His promises. His trust. His honesty. His passion. His desires. His dreams. His hopes. His needs. His pleasures. His fears. His wants. His beliefs in Us. His. I'm his.
Jubilant moments where we ground ourselves. Those moments that stitch together the lows and the fails, and take us from crest to crest. Coz you just can't give up. Can't. Won't. Not gonna.
Kissing the tip of his cock, little laps of his precum getting me even hotter. Kissing his shaft all the way to the base, engulfing his balls in my now wet mouth. Kissing him back all the way up to his delicious tip again. Yum yum time!!!
Licking said cock, laving, loving, living every moment together as one. Licking his pubes, his inner thighs, his abs, his pecs, his fingers, his hands. Did I say it was yum yum time? Yes, yes it is...
Never saying no. Why would I? It makes no sense to decline intimacy, to refuse us time together. I need his eyes, his lips and his hands to speak to me, expressing more than our words can, at times. Physical intimacy speaks for itself, wholly, unequivocably.