After A Long DayAfter A Long Day

HOLY SHIT!

The way he enters me, so slowly but deliberately. The way he grabs my hips and pulls me onto his length and the way he begins to deliver those deep strokes.

I’m so fucking wet and wired I should be flipping breaker switches all over but I’m in for the whole ride and I’m moaning so much I don’t know how I can breathe anymore.

He bends forward to caress me and kisses my shoulders before taking a handful of hair and using it like reigns on a wild mustang. So I might as well live that up while I’ll never live it down.

I lose my mind…

Some time later, when we’ve slowed down and caught our breath, he’s spooning me and we’re making out, dripping with perspiration.

‘How the hell are you even hard anymore,’ I beg as he bumps up against my now tenderised g-spot. Our bodies are literally slipping away from each other on immediate contact, we’re so wet.

‘Don’t doubt a good thing, Chris,’ he says, ‘it’ll probably drop off by tomorrow the way we fuck sometimes.’

‘Well, ummm, maybe we should consider something a little less oomph and a little more slow and sensual?’