I’m not the romantic in the classic sense, and I’m sure that it is one of my many shortcomings, but I hope she knows how I love her so. I’ve never been one to be impulsive, random or selective about when, where and how I love. I like to think that there should never be any doubt about how I feel but there always seems to be some question. Just maybe there isn’t ever a moment that I don’t show it or maybe it’s because there isn’t ever a time that I’m not living in love, that she feels that she isn’t special, but I certainly don’t love anyone else, the way I love her; could you imagine?
Imagine there is someone that every time he looks at you, he just knows, period. He knows where he belongs and doesn’t question anything while just being. Now imagine he is thinking about how fucking delicious you taste. Yeah, I’m going there. You might not be able to see it in his expression but I’m pretty sure that his mind has already gone there. Imagine that it isn’t just the taste of your delicious pussy that he is thinking about, but about how your sweet tongue rolls over his and how your lovely lips melt his, or how your soft curves feel against his hard frame; yes I said hard. I’m hard because I’m just thinking about how your kiss is craving and how it beckons to be answered and how your delicate fingers climb through my hair to pull my kiss deeper to satisfy your cravings. My cock grows and I know, that word, isn’t always appealing but I think it fits, and perfectly in you. Can you imagine how it does? I am.
You know how I insist that it is flavored in you before you can taste it? Well that is because I really just can’t wait to be inside of you. To feel that feeling of completeness, and wholeness and finally that “AHHH” feeling after just being so close and personal with her. Being able to milk my goatee of your sweet nectars as I stand between your quivering thighs and lather my cock with them and to see the anticipation in your wanton face. That smirk on your face because mine is covered in you as I push your legs open and run my cock up and down over your sensitive clit and around the rim of your honey pot before breaking you with the just the head of my cock. I push slowly while pulling your lips around me and grip your hood and pull your pussy taut as I back in and out while your waters permit more and more access. I imagine how it must feel and can’t help to push it farther and harder as I perform lazy eights around your clit with my thumb. I don’t know what I’m doing really and can only imagine while using your rolling eyes, dreamy lids and frowning brows while you nibble on your lips as a sort of compass. When your tides finally overcome me and the friction has subsided, I withdraw my drenched cock from your nether mouth to fill your other one.
I imagine your perfect lips around me and that stoned look in your eyes as you smoke me. I imagine your full lips stretching thin as they do around me and how your gullet expands begging to be filled as your nostrils flare for air because your snorkel doesn’t quit work right. You remove your safety hand from the base of my cock as you attempt to swallow me more and seem to be relieved when I take the wheel and drive myself. Your eyes are a contradiction, begging both restraint and abandon as I attempt to be gentle and not push your limits; but you pull me in deeper and I feel your throat fighting us both. Your eyes fill with moisture but your brows speak determination, and that only increases when you get a taste of my pre-seed with approving hungry and happy sounds, like a master chief that has tested their own delicious creation. I imagine fulfilling your wishes while filling your stomach, but I’m not quite done with you yet and withdraw once again. I’m imagining more and the night is young.
Your eyes looked like you’ve been deprived of your catch but they can’t deny that you too imagine. I imagine you wonder what I’m going to do to or with you and where I’ll move or demand of you. Your face grows full with anticipation as I pull you to me at the edge of the bed. Your smile, like when your rollercoaster car just drops over its highest peak, is full of exhilaration as I pull you hard against me and flip you over onto your stomach with a surprising roll of the cart. You laugh like you’re enjoying the ride and we’re both anxious for what’s next, and though we both know, because it a ride we’ve been on countless times, it is one ride that we never get tired of and one that is wonderfully new each and every time. You buck like a mare with anticipation as I spread your beautiful legs and tight ass so that I can watch me break you again. I want to see your hungry nether mouth gaping to be fed as I look past your spying brown eye and align him just right. I push my cock deep inside you with less caution than before and you squeal with approval as I bounce off your ass. Your pussy contracts and constricts in a death grip as you push back with handfuls of bedding, seemingly wanting to be punished as my sword crashes into your deepest parts. Anxious not to disappoint and desperate to please, I lock my hands on your hips and imagine that I can hurt you. I pull you hard into each of my thrusts as you howl for more and threaten to come. “Oh shit!” I think to myself or maybe out loud, as I imagine your orgasm building thick over my cock and I plead “come on me”.
You do not disappoint and like that roaring lioness, you come, but it isn’t the killing blow that ends the show but just an intermission as you look back over your shoulder with an obvious challenge in your eyes as you push back even harder against me and slide back and forth on my thickly churned cock and demand “fuck me more”. I see in your determined eyes that you will not be happy until you are filled and over flowing with my love. I look down and I’m momentarily mesmerized as I watch your blood filled parts hug me tightly until you push back again, demanding my attention. Shaken from my living dream I spin you on my cock onto your back and tell you to hang on. You monchhichi around me as I carry us both to the middle of the bed and we fall to the mattress together, you catching me inside you and your arms. I inhale you for a second wind and reach down under us and spread your ass to get that much closer and start to strum your clit to the tune of our number one hit. I find our happy place just inside your gates and use your shallows like a spring board before diving into your depths and continuing to practice my dives hoping for the perfect score. The change in depths causes delicious friction and it isn’t long before I’m forgetting my form and plunging deep after every bounce with a Quasimodo hunch in my back and struggling to hang onto any rhythm. With your screams of abandon cheering me on, I amazingly manage to keep in step just long enough for us both to convulse together in spastic climax, and like that air humping dog I continue until the spasms subside and we melt together into the big beautiful mess that we are. I’ve been told that I have a good imagination. Happy Hump Day!!