" They faced each other naked. Anticipation played between them, a sexual tease.
"Sit or stand?" he asked.
"I'll straddle you."
He positioned the chair, and sat. She slipped onto his lap, as if she was meant to sit there.
Breast to chest.
Thigh to thigh.
Sex to sex.
Every part of their bodies sought its counterpart.
Arousal brought his mouth down on hers, and he kissed her with a thoroughness and intensity that stole all breath and thought. His tongue thrust between her lips, tasted and seduced. She kissed him back, giving, taking, craving him.
He touched her, all over. Her shoulders and breasts. He circled her nipple, then her navel with his forefinger. Sensations overtook her. She squirmed, dug her nails into his shoulder. Her breath bathed his neck, his chest.
More kissing. More touching. More moans.
He embraced her and drank in her soft sighs.
She fanned out her fingers, ran them up and down his back, feeling the flex and flow of his muscles. The man was built. Her legs tightened around him. He felt good wedged between her thighs. Primal intimacy.
Hot, heavy, their breathing came together.
As did their bodies.
He cupped her bottom, angled her to accept him. She was wet, slick, when he entered her. They caught their reflection in the mirror. His penetration, the role of his hips, the rocking of their bodies, their building climax. Their raw need. Triple sexual.
Time went away and she began to unravel. Her orgasm stretched to the breaking point. She moaned. Stiffened. Shattered.
He came a second after her. His release of breath was rough, rushed. His expression going from pain to pleasure. "
― , The Cottage on Pumpkin and Vine
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"I'll straddle you."
He positioned the chair, and sat. She slipped onto his lap, as if she was meant to sit there.
Breast to chest.
Thigh to thigh.
Sex to sex.
Every part of their bodies sought its counterpart.
Arousal brought his mouth down on hers, and he kissed her with a thoroughness and intensity that stole all breath and thought. His tongue thrust between her lips, tasted and seduced. She kissed him back, giving, taking, craving him.
He touched her, all over. Her shoulders and breasts. He circled her nipple, then her navel with his forefinger. Sensations overtook her. She squirmed, dug her nails into his shoulder. Her breath bathed his neck, his chest.
More kissing. More touching. More moans.
He embraced her and drank in her soft sighs.
She fanned out her fingers, ran them up and down his back, feeling the flex and flow of his muscles. The man was built. Her legs tightened around him. He felt good wedged between her thighs. Primal intimacy.
Hot, heavy, their breathing came together.
As did their bodies.
He cupped her bottom, angled her to accept him. She was wet, slick, when he entered her. They caught their reflection in the mirror. His penetration, the role of his hips, the rocking of their bodies, their building climax. Their raw need. Triple sexual.
Time went away and she began to unravel. Her orgasm stretched to the breaking point. She moaned. Stiffened. Shattered.
He came a second after her. His release of breath was rough, rushed. His expression going from pain to pleasure." style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>