Before you get too immersed in bobbing up and down, I pull you up, the knowing smirk revealing how much that was your intention all along as you submissively crawl back up the bed and lie on your back, legs spread and waiting. I take my time, to a degree at least, in lapping each side of your glistening slit (with a quick tease of tongue in the pink folds) and then kissing my way up your torso, deliberately stopping at each nipple for a quick little suckle, and finally our mouths come together. I rub the length of my shaft up and down your pussy, letting the protruding edge of my mushroom head break the surface a few times before positioning the tip at the entrance of your soaking wet tunnel.
You are tighter than I remember, so I take it slow at first, but that last all of one stroke before you slide downward on the bed as I move forward, so as to fully impale yourself. A gasp escapes your lips as I bottom out, and is replaced by a grin that would do the Cheshire Cat proud; you remain contentedly in place for a few seconds before contracting your vaginal muscles around my dick to signal your readiness. We both know this will not last long.
I begin with long, steady plunges, trying to draw out the experience for us both, understanding that the climax will only be that much greater. Before I know it, however, I'm slamming myself into you, and you're slamming yourself back onto me. The sweat is dripping off of us both as we rut, and the air is permeated by our grunts: pure animalistic pleasure.
And then I feel it rising, rapidly, from tingle to explosion. No longer able to hold off, I let go and flood your womb with my seed, setting you off on a writhing orgasm that intensifies with each involuntary thrust of my pulsating cock.
Exhausted and spent, we fall asleep with me still inside of you, smiles on our faces and dreams of the morning dancing through our heads...
