Today was a bit gloomy, cold enough to bring us to the living room couch where we snuggled in front of a fire. Your breaths evened until they became soft huffs on the back of my neck. It’s so peaceful and comfortable here, wrapped in your arms. The flames cast a glow in the dark, beckoning with the gentle cracks of embers, lulling me into sleep. I embrace it, letting myself sink into the curve of your body pressed up against mine.
I move to adjust myself, shifting further back into you, careful as I slide further down into embrace with your now level with my chest. You groan out loud at the disturbance, but I think it is far from an annoyance at the sudden pressure at my backside.
“I don’t mind this one bit,” you say, pawing my now accessible chest. The sweater I have on strains with the pulling. I rather brace the cold than have you ruin it, and swiftly pull it off to be left in my black, lacy bra.
“Then you really won’t mind if I just take my favorite sweater off. You better keep me warm.”
“As you wish, baby,” hot and wet kisses trail down my neck, leaving with me the cool sensation. I want to complain, but you begin to suck the tender spots and the will to protest vanishes. Anything is okay as long as you keep using your mouth like that, biting and nipping everywhere.
I love everything you do, but I love the way you take your time. Everything is slow and deliberate. The way you slide my pants off and kiss me. Our tongues meet, and I can’t resist sucking on yours, it’s delicious. I want to taste every part of you and fight for the opportunity to make you feel just as good as you make me feel.
Breaking away, I place open kisses along your jaw until I reach your neck. My hand’s are everywhere, gripping your hair, taking off your pants, and gently touching the object of my desire. Your length is fully erect, and I feel the desperation building. You go fully rigid in the palm of my hand, as I climb onto my knees. I take off my bra quickly, and only spare enough time to let you sit properly before my mouth is fully encasing your dick. Your fullness stretches my lips and cheeks as I salivate all over you from the excitement and intoxicating pleasure of servicing you in the way only I can. It makes me so happy knowing you enjoy my tongue stroking you from tip to base over and over, increasing pressure every time. I suck contentedly, finally using my hands to heighten the sensations that make you grab my hair and squeeze on the tendrils. It makes everything all the better, your hiss sounds like gold to me.
“Just like that baby, you’re so perfect.” I know it drives you crazy, the way I frantically slurp, suck up, and eat every bit of precum that deigns to seep from your lovely member. The encouragement almost leaves me dizzy, and the wetness between my legs is excruciating. I can’t hold back the moan that tears from my throat onto your length, proving to be the last straw for you.
Gently tugging me back, you join me on the floor, unrelenting and decisive. I’m immediately and fervently fucked into the floor before I choose a position that leaves us both desperate seeking release.
I’m leaning against the couch, waiting for you to fill me completely from behind. The wait is unbearable and I find myself shifting further backwards when your hand gently pats my backside. I know immediately what it means, anticipating what’s to come.
Smack. I bite my lip to keep any noise from escaping me, but the next smack holds no quarter for me, and I break easily. I cry out in traitorous rapture, feeling the tightness in my center building rapidly.
Instead of another smack, you enter me again with full force, pounding me until all I can do is bite down and hold on when I finally feel that sweet rush of release. My pulse, our breath is pounding in my ear as you find your orgasm shortly after, your cum shooting in spurts until I’m full. It feels so satisfying, perfect, in every single way.
You brush my hair away, placing a tender kiss on my back.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Completely spent, we crash to the floor, falling into a truly deep slumber.
I wrote this while listening to "Amor A La Mexicana" by Thalia, the phenomenal Queen of Latin Pop. She is my inspiration for this writing.
Some lyrics of the song for you:
I do not want compassion
I do not want pity
I want a hard love that can make me tremble
I want your flavor
I want your sweat
I want your lunacy to make me delirious
Let me know what you think :)