My lover is fast reaching the point of climaxing and my excitement continues to mount and he can tell because the tempo of my breathing starts to get erratic and my grip on his strong hard cock begins to slip....I am sinking in to an erotic trance.
My mind precedes my body in the erotic fog that is over-taking me. I can feel the sway of my body from the top of my hear, through my shoulder, my heavy breasts as they fill with longing, down my hips, through my pelvis and the beginning shiver of my thighs.
Suddenly my lover pulls my hand away from his super-firm cock and jumps up from his place on the over-sized arm chair, lightly slaps me on the ass then grips my hips firmly as he moves behind me...nothing slow and gentle about him now.... He reaches down with one hand and finger strokes my honey pot, confirming the wetness....then a few strokes against my clit checking the stage of my reaction to make sure I am as ready for him as he is for me. He removes his fingers and licks them, smiling... Grasping me by the hips again he pulls me to him as he arches his back and with the sureness of a lover familiar with his lady and her wet, waiting pussy then enters me fully with one long thrust.
Both of us are still for a moment, me enjoying the fullness within and he getting even more turned on by the tightness of my coochie (I love that term) hugging his cock, then he begins the rhythmic tempo of fucking me in my favorite doggie position..... He pulls himself in and out a couple times, letting me enjoy the large, wet, mushroom head of his cock and feeling that thick fullness of his generous cock. It doesn't take long because we are both so horny and more than ready to explode ..... I moan.... clench my pussy and butt then release a loud "aaaaggggghhhhhh" with a scream as I climax and he follows me with a low, gut growl.
We both collapse with exhaustion, limp with our lack of strength, unable to move an arm or leg, let alone a finger or toe - - but with very satisfying smiles. Once again we hear the thunder and see the flashes of lightening against our closed eyelids. Perhaps the storm will revive us, in a few moments.