I am riding you long and slow and hard, exquisitely clenching and releasing the muscles of my private part against your thingy. You ran your hands over my body, kneaded my breasts, and pinched my nipples. I rose all the way to the top you placed your finger in my mouth, giving it a little suck. Watching, entranced, I feel the ridge of your head I almost let you go, let you worry for a second, before I slide down again, inch by tantalizing inch, like the carousel at the fair. You take your wet finger and outline my nipples so that they pucker even more, hard and wanting, goosebumps tremble from my shoulders down around the outsides of my breasts, touching the heart of my sensuality. I reach behind you and grasp the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you to me, placing your mouth to my breast, you tangle your fingers in my hair pressing our bodies closer as you run your tongue around the outer contours of my pink nipples, pulling them in and gently grazing their sides with your teeth, each round pebble begging for more. I moan low and deep in perfect ecstasy. My hands caress your chest, and I flick my nails against your nipples in return. Your fingers trail across my back, to grasp my soft place and guide me, kneading, opening my body wide to yours. you place a hand to my aching personal place, so wet from our bodies melding, and you lay back, your eyes capturing mine, their gentle insistence urging me on while you rub gently at first, then, You draw back to ask teasingly with a lengthy grin "do you like this?" I can do nothing in reply but grab your hand, pressing it against me, "please." "Dont stop." Now, a little harder, a little more fiercely sending me to the edge of abandonment, my head thrown back with a throaty cry, my mind exploding into darkness and crimson stars. I shudder, over and over I ride the waves, barely able to hold on, grinding my hips into yours as if I couldnt possibly get enough of you inside me. I feel every inch of you filling me up, driving into my private part I rotate my hips with each alternating thrust. Rocking forward and backward, rubbing myself against you as you pound up and up intent on reaching your own release.

I clasp your hand, pulling your fingers up to my mouth to taste each one, savoring the smell and feel of your skin covered in my pleasure.

Reaching back, I brush my nails along the inside of your thighs, stopping at the top where they meet your hips, lightly scratching your balls, pushing against the place where our bodies join, cupping them in my hand, squeezing them together, first with one hand and then both changing to a massage in tempo with the ride.

You whispered huskily, "let it go" urging me to cum again and again "cum for me again". And again, I do. With a groan, you began to cum too, your hips bucking up to meet mine, your warm cum flooding my insides, throbbing man to pulsing woman, creating our own primal rhythm.

With a final cry, I arch back, lost, found, repeating the trinity and everything else holy before I fall forward on your chest, cradled in your strong arms, to rest my head on your shoulder. Seated, for now, we smile at one another still unwilling to break our gaze. The candles flicker "rest." "You are beautiful" "you are incredible." You slowly withdraw from my body, the connection unbroken. No more words, just tender kisses and we begin to drift off to sleep, curled with our legs intertwined, calves slowly situating themselves, till our feet are together. I rub my soft place against your pelvis "mmmm" your arms pull me closer, your hand cups possessively around my breast.

I smile.