Your fingers tug and pinch my labia, rolling them, slipping in and out of them to dip into my wetness. You deftly circle my clit, brushing across the swollen bud in an erratic, irregular rhythm. The pressure of your erection swells against me, seeking the source of that sticky heat between my legs. In one fluid motion, you roll me onto my stomach, and pull my hips into the air. Leaning close behind me, your hands cup the round globes of my ass and pull me toward your throbbing shaft.
I am hot and ready for you, a guttural moan echoing from me as you thrust into my core. You thicken and moan your pleasure into my shoulder, your fingers plaited in the lengths of my hair. I shudder in ecstasy, as the tension not only mounts in the depths of my core, but radiates out from there to each nerve-ending in my body. Every other thing in the room---in the entire world---fades in the sharp intensity of this moment.
I can hear your breath coming in ragged gasps, feel your hands tighten their grip on my hips and your leg muscles stiffen. You growl under your breath as the coil of pleasure tightens in your groin. My explosion slams through me like breakers against the cliffs along the shore, muscles tensing and releasing, tensing and releasing, rippling over your shaft in rapid, fluid motion. Within minutes, you are emptying yourself into my depths, spilling every ounce of your life into me.
In a moment, you collapse beside me. Wrapping me possessively in your embrace, you pull me to your broad chest with both strong arms. I fall asleep with my head on your shoulder, listening to the rhythm of your heart, and your sweet breath as they both gradually slow to a normal tempo. Outside the window, the Sunday morning breeze blows through the trees, and sings a lullaby to our ears. We easily succumb to its influence.
