I began kissing on his shoulder, lightly, teasingly. He asked what I was doing. I told him. He joked, "well then you're gonna want sex and stuff." I laughed and turned over, wrapping up in the blankets, knowing he would come after me. He did. His hands found my body, his fingers delicately brushing over every inch of me. I relished in the feeling of being worshipped. He massaged my muscles and ran his hands through my hair. I turned on my stomach, allowing him access to my other side in order to let him trace and massage that as well. After a few more minutes of his attentions he pulled me to face him and we were wrapped in each others arms. We kissed softly, continually, touching, caressing, simply reveling in the other.
He turned me to my back and pulled his powerful form on top of my own. He leaned down and nuzzled my breasts, my nipples just begging for attention. As he slid inside me my legs wrapped around him of their own accord, trying to be as close to him as I could be. He filled me completely. I felt him bury himself fully inside me, almost painfully. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me as close as he could. How long we were there, moving like that for, I have no idea. We kissed, he held me, my hands were on his back, in his hair, holding him tight. "I don't know why I still love holding you just like this," he told me. Face to face, chest to chest, equal in every way we moved together. "I feel so close to you here," I said, "this is where I belong." I arched into him, my orgasm rocking is both.
He didn't give me much mercy before he began moving inside me again. Stronger and deeper, I became wetter and tighter with each stroke. He wrapped me tightly in his arms and told me "this is what no other woman can give me: a perfect fit and an emotional connection. No other woman." I was so touched I wanted to cry. I whispered to him how he fulfilled me like no other man ever had, ever could. Then, as has become our practice, our safe zone, we began to share things that in other situations could start fights. "Have you ever thought about cheating?" he asked me, kissing me deeply. "NO" I answered back, knowing it was true. "Don't... get... defensive," he said through deep breaths and smooth deep thrusts. "Have you?" I asked, almost afraid to hear his answer. "Maybe slight flickers, temporary flashes, but nothing," he said, puncuntuated by an incredibly deep thrust and my answering orgasm, "that could entice me to loose you." "I suppose," I said, through baited breaths, "flickers are normal. I've had my own, but I've never wanted to jepordize what we have for a quick roll in the hay. Have you?" His body met me, pushing me over the edge yet again, thrusting inside me so deeply I thought I would be ripped in two, "Never. I have never wanted to loose what we have."
We continued to make love, holding each other close, my arms trailing down his back, over his buttocks, urging him inside me, deeper, if possible, than he already was. His arms were around me, my legs were wrapped around him until he pulled them up next to his elbows. I grabbed them, allowing him even deeper. We hadn't been this close in awhile. He began thrusting harder and harder, urging me from making love into straight up fucking. Just feeling good. "I love it," I heard his rough, aroused voice in my ear, "I love how I can make you just want to fuck, bring the animal need in you to be fucked. It makes you so turned on, so wet." About that time with one final thrust he exploded deep inside me and my pussy clenched up around him, he held me tight, I moaned and screamed. I moaned and moaned, my body convulsing in response to his. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, "Sorry, I should have warned you." I was still gasping for air but all I could think was, "Sometimes those suprises are worth it."
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