I love the way he man-handles me. The way he worships my curves. I'm only four kilograms lighter than his 84, 162cm's in height to his 175 and yet he tosses me around as though I'm nothing.
He grabs me to him, possessing me, attacking my mouth with his own. Grasps my soft flesh firmly with his strong hands. Squeezes and smoothes his hands across me; my belly, my hips, my arse, my upper arms, my breasts. Sucking at my ear lobes, pulling them wetly into his mouth then releasing them. He squeezes my full breasts with those hands some more, lifting and separating and lifting again.
I barely have time to catch my breath before he's kissing me again, plundering my mouth with his tongue. Now he moves to my neck, kissing and licking, nipping that spot just below my ear β the one that makes me gasp loudly it feels so good.
"Let's go to bed," he mutters in my ear, before backing me down the hall, his mouth re-fused to mine. His hands are clamped on my arse, my "luscious, peachy bum."
"Peachy," I giggle, the first time he tells me this.
"I love it." He'd replied, and love it he did.
We're in the bedroom and now he's tearing down my pants, reefing off my knickers. He pulls me to him once again, kissing me ferociously, one hand cradling the back of my head, the other reaching down to tease my mons. His fingers slide lower, into my slick heat, and he groans into my mouth. Then backs me towards it, and pushes me on the bed.
He follows closely after, re-attaching his mouth to mine, nudging my legs apart with one strong thigh. He hooks his hips between them, widening them further, and with one sure stroke he's inside me, thick and hard, filling me up so completely I cry out in shock. I don't have a chance to recover before he starts up a rhythm, I wrap my plump legs around his slim hips and hang on for dear life.
He's kissing my neck again now, holding my head in place with his hands, the thumb of his right hand hooked around into my mouth so I can suck it. I suck it hard, lick at it, bite it gently, roll it over my tongue. I wish it was his cock and I tell him so, around his thumb.
"What's that?" he mumbles, distracted, against my neck.
I spit out his thumb.
"I want your dick in my mouth."
He thrusts into me, HARD. My head falls back and I cry out again, with the pleasure/pain. I swear he swells to twice the size inside of me, and I squeeze hard with my pussy. He growls at me, pulling my head up to look him in the eye.
"I love that." He tells me. I squeeze him again.