A Night Of Passion

Our tongues fight for dominance before ultimately becoming entangled. I have one hand gripping his hair while the other palms his bare back. He picks me up by hips; my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. He carries me to the bedroom and gently places me onto the bed. Our lips separate as we both gasp for air.

"Oh my God," he mutters, hovering over me. He licks his lips hungrily as he eyes wanders over my body.

"Do you want me?" I ask in a whisper; he nods eagerly. "Tell me."

"I want you."

"Take me." Straightaway, he collapses on top of me, kissing me passionately. His kisses quickly move from my lips to my neck. He stops at my cleavage, eyeing my shirt. He looks up at me with pleading eyes, waiting for my permission.

"Undress me," I command. I lift up my arms as he removes my shirt. I unhook my bra and toss it to the side. His breathing becomes hard as he gazes at my bare breasts. Dropping to his knees, he unbuttons my pants and slides them off. He grabs me by the thighs and pulls me closer to him, placing my legs over his shoulders. He gently rubs two fingers along my panties; I softly whimper in response.

"Damn baby," he says, looking up at me. "You're so wet."

"Only for you," I reply with a smirk. "Now, eat." He quickly slides off my panties and tosses them over his shoulders. He pulls on my thighs again, bring my pussy closer to his mouth. He starts off slow, lightly kissing and licking the center.

"Mmm," I moan, closing my eyes. "Shit."

"How's that, baby?" he asks between kisses on my inner thigh. "Feel good?"

"Yes. Give me more." He continues kissing and licking the center before covering my entire pussy with his mouth. I moan, grabbing onto the bedsheets for dear life. With every suck, lick, and kiss, he becomes more and more ferocious. He grips onto my thighs to keep my squirming at bay.

"Fuck!" I scream out, reaching my limit. I collapse onto the bed, breathing heavily; he crawls up from between my legs until we're face-to-face. He takes my hand and place it on his chest. Then, he slowly leads it lower and lower until I feel his hard dick.

"Shit," I gasp, looking down. I gently rub it, receiving a low groan from him. My hungry eyes steadily move up, starting from his bulge before meeting his eyes again.

"You want some?" he asks in a low, deep voice; I nod, licking my lips. He removes himself from over me, standing a few inches from the bed. He slowly undoes his jeans as I continue laying on the bed, anxiously waiting. He slowly slips on his jeans, letting them fall to his ankles. His hard dick through his boxers stares me in the eyes, taunting me. He steps out of the jeans; I squirm and whimper impatiently.

"Getting antsy?" he teases with a smirk.

"Yes," I say breathily.

"Crawl to me." I comply to his demand and slowly crawl off the bed and onto the floor. I get closer and closer until we're head to head. I look up at him, waiting for his command.

"Go ahead," he says, pulling my hair up with his hands. I slowly pull down his underwear, letting them drop to his ankles. He steps out of them; I place my watering mouth around the tip.

"Shit," he groans; I smirk at this. I take more and more of him into my mouth with every blow. His hands grip around my hair as I take his full length. He pulls my hair, removing himself from my mouth; I gasp for air, a chuckle escaping my lips.

"Get back on the bed," he commands. "On your back." I crawl back onto the bed and lay down on my back. I slightly spread my legs as he crawls on top of me. He spreads them further apart, positioning himself.

"You ready?" he asks; I nod rapidly. "Say it."

"I'm ready," I confirm. He slowly enters into me; I grab onto his arms. He continues thrusting into me, steadily increasing in speed.

"You okay?" he asks, caressing my inner thigh.

"Mmhm," I manage to utter.

"Tell me what you want, baby."

"H-harder." He obliges me immediately, amplifying the intensity along with the speed.

"Like that?" he asks, placing his other hand above my head.

"Yes," I moan, closing my eyes. "Just like that." As the pleasure intensifies, I feel myself inching closer and closer to climax. My grip on his arms become tighter.

"Are you close, baby?" he asks, still steadily thrusting.

"Y-yes," I whisper, throwing my head back.

"You wanna come?"

"Yes!"

"Say it!"

"I wanna come!"

"Look at me." I open my eyes and look straight into his. My nails dig into his arms; our breathing gets heavier and heavier.

"Fuck," I shout, reaching my climax. "Baby!"

"That's right," he growls, slowing down ever so slightly. "Look at me when you come." I obey his command, keeping my eyes on him until I've reached the end. My arched back fully returns to the sheet as he steadily continues.

"Oh," I softly moan, closing my eyes. "Baby."

"Shit," he mutters, moderately increasing his speed. "Can I come on you?"

"Yes," I moan, opening my eyes again. "Come on me." After a few more strokes, he swiftly pulls out, finishing on my inner thigh.

"Fuck," he groans, rubbing his dick. "Aah." Once he's done, he crashes on the bed next to me. We quietly lay on the bed with only heavy breathing filling the air.

"Did you like that?" he asks, breathily.

"Yes," I reply, taking a deep breath.

"Good."