Her lips were as soft as the inside of a rose petal. Her lips as wet as they could be like young leaves with morning dew. Her breath down his neck and into his ears almost tripped the wire but he held back.
Her clit met his pubes in glee and it was a happy goodbye and reunion when they’d meet in another swift landing and the cycle repeated. It was more like how they always had endless goodbyes and warm reunions.
She then slowly turned around and felt its warmth as it brushed around her hip and onto her lower abdomen. It was covered in thin satin it was almost like feeling it on her skin. He could not hide it anymore and they tightened the embrace and let it cool down before going for a night cap that led to her legs on full split and his dick so far up her guts she could have sworn he was reaching for her heart.
One touch from her aroused so much desire. He just wanted to consume her whole. Have her cakes and eat them. Feel that first time his head parted her soft lips and her gasp for air as if the dick pushed on her diaphragm. Her tongue on the frenulum breve just below his glans. How he sunk his head in the pillows when she played with his manhood like that so that the neighbours wouldn’t know her name.
He left a trail kisses on her back like breadcrumbs because from his experience, it was easy to get lost with her. This was for when he was inside her; for when he wanted to find his way back up to her ears and into her heart.