CONSUMMATED SIMPLICITY

09/01/22, 12:58 - 1:20 am

  ~ by Debi Lyn

Sliding into bed beside me & effortlessly easing into a position just above my anxious body, not losing eye contact as you penetrate my very soul with your fixed, confident gaze & lower your lips to mine, pausing briefly to smile & brush the backside of your hand against my face, along my cheek to my neck & tween my collarbones, letting the thick, hungry passion between us swell & threaten to overtake us.

Lost in the intoxicating kisses of desire, you ignore the pleading of my hips to seize the opportunity, to take me... more of me... all of me; and instead, you continue teasing my wetness with tempting touches, moving with a *MADDENLY* slow but tight, firm, rhythmic motion, allowing your heat to stir the pool beneath you & more than adequately building Mt Vesuvius to its highest peak...

Against a mound of moaning, your movements are so sublimely ....horizontal, maintaining contact with every sexual nerve ending + a few, that I literally lose myself in the perfection of it, & just as I reach Pleasure's pinnacle, you groan deeply, & I feel your fullness reach its own peak from which we savor a simultaneous, sensationally EXTENDED release of unmatched satisfaction & fall exhausted into paralyzed completeness.

But still you linger inside me as I contract tightly around you, reluctant to break away.... & so we stay - just like we were - until we give in to sleep.