Your hand slides from my stomach to my side, behind the small of my back until it is under me, lifting my hips as you lower your head. I can feel the splay of your fingers against the back of my waist and the tightness of my panties against the top of a single thigh as your hand grasps the thin white cotton and pulls the elastic down on one side, just far enough for your lips to find mine.
My soft bare skin, sweet and swollen, slippery with nectar and completely hidden by your dark head, is being lifted to your hungry mouth as you kneel between my creamy thighs. I can feel the coarseness of your hairy thighs on the smooth skin on the back of my own as you wretch the lower half of my body upwards, supporting me with your strong and muscular forearm.
I can see your shoulders flex and tighten as they push between my shapely thighs and then my world explodes in sensations, behind eyes closed with effervescent and silver blue bubbles of pleasure. The sharp scratch of your rough beard growth, rasping over my delicate skin, makes my hands clutch fistfuls of sheets in an effort to secure myself to the feathered bed and stop myself from spinning out of control.
Exquisite and oral love making; being held so tightly, feeling my heart beating painfully hard every time your tongue reaches places that make me throb in response for you. My sweet and plaintive cries swirl around us and it both inspires and invigorates you into lingering with purpose whenever you hear my breath catch.
You devour me with the snarling voracity of a starving panther and because I am a woman of passion, I abandon myself to your every desire, making it my very own. I arch upwards, pressing my succulent sex harder against the fullness of your lips and mouth as my thighs redden from the abrasiveness of your five o’clock shadow.