My hands go to his head while my spine curves up.
He flexes his arms, his forearms going over my legs before pulling them down so my hips are at his mouth level.
The first few strokes send me into a frenzy of desire.
I stiffen my abs, lifting my head to watch him move his mouth and lick me.
He draws a path from my entrance to my clit, strokes my sensitive nub, and drinks my juices before penetrating me with his tongue.
He spends more time on my clit, dragging me quickly to a high, fingering me while doing it, increasing the wetness between my legs.
I want the orgasm as much as I want him on top of me, his tongue down my throat, his hard length buried deep inside me.
I want to experience my peak with his mouth between my legs and his hardness rubbing me inside my core.
And I want him in ways that can’t happen at once, but he’s giving me all of them, only one at a time, at an amazing speed.
We go through these moments like two mad, intoxicated people floating on a sea of lust.
He slurps my juices, the pulse between my thighs shifting to a frantic pace before morphing into shockwaves, creating indescribable delight.
I shudder, moan, and pull his hair, my eyes closed, my hips jolting up several times before I look at him caught in a vortex of unimaginable pleasure.
“Hey, baby… I want you here…” I murmur.
He knows exactly what I want, so he crashes into me with so much force the headboard slams into the wall. All I do is lift my legs and lock them around him.
He holds my butt with one hand and thrusts into me hard, propped on his elbow.
At one point, he rolls to his side. And I roll to my side, my thigh hitched high on his hip.
We kiss and fuck. And fuck and kiss, our eyes unfocused, smiles tugging at our lips, sweat dripping down our chests.
He loves our dynamic, and I love how he makes me feel, and I don’t know how people fall in love, but I hope this is not it.
Because we’ll need a lot of effort to pull away from these moments. What we have is as real as his lips, my hair, his cock moving inside me.
What we have is honest, raw, and, above all, finite. At least those are the rules.
So we make the best out of it without enough time to think about it, ponder steps, and plan the future.
We have no future. This is it. Anything else happening besides our lust for each other will stay locked inside us.
It will never be revealed. Even if it surfaces, we will still deny it.
This––what we have right now––won’t lead to anything.
So we give it a go.
We burn for each other like two people who have nothing to lose and everything to lose. One tiny opportunity and a sliver of time to make it perfect.
And we do it.
I’m on top of him, kissing him. Running my fingers through his hair, locking his lips, teasing him, and seducing him. Riding him with so much pleasure.
With a smile on my lips and a glint in my eyes.
His hands move from my waist to my thighs, and his thumb goes between my folds before encircling my clit, playing with me, and turning me on. Even more.