Their Season on Fire

There was a spring..
Youth eternal bloomed and there was nothing,          
Hmm, was nothing she could not do..          
Nothing she would not do for him or to him..          
And he loved well all of her beauty for it..          
         
He adored every wild inch of her..          
She arched a sensual rhythm sway in rejoice without hesitation or any fear simply because he was near and she wanted to meet his gaze..          
And his hip.          
         
He loved to watch her dance..          
The curve of her waist was traced by him on the dance floor with fierce pride... She undulated in raw animal fuck motion, no notion of covering up the creamy white delicious way her belly button winked hello to him, the apple of her eye..          
         
He loved even more being the man who got to take her home..          
While making love, there would be a heat in her thrust that he needed like oxygen..          
Her grind had turned his aging man's heart into a boy's, and he praised her in thankful return with worship like carress, fingertips read responding gooseflesh like brail..          
And her skin said "Yes please..Now...Take me exactly as I am...."          
         
And he did.          
His desperate yearning was equally matched by her burning movement..          
Her thighs would fall wide in instinctual greet of his rock hard masculinity..          
Their sounds of lust and love made music, an incendiary soundtrack of pure fuck to loooong hot summer nights and yummy afternoon delights..          
         
His breath on her neck "I want you." Erected her nipples in pinky tip razzberry points begging him to suck...          
Her dizzying longing to burst open was felt in the core of him and was obvious in her vice like grip...          
She held powerful tight, fingers curled up in his dark hair, her back rising hard to meet his mouth, she held him there until the need to have him elsewhere overwhelmed them both...          
         
His need, the salty wet that ran deep like the seas,  a nectar of his sweat and her cunt juices, greeted his oh so eager mouth salty sweet on his toungue..          
The taste of her sex an amphetamine to his senses..          
Caused a growling to escape his chest, she responded in a contented purrr.          
Her purr made him wild eyed, and he had to go deep..          
         
He would plunge into her being with tsunami force...          
She had to hang on with all of her might, red nails ran down his back until they found his ass and those claws dug in..          
Her bucking was almost as furious, and her punani, like her hands, grasped his cock in tight beats..          
Her uninhibited feral screams fueled his desire, her calls were crazy making to him, causing a hell bent pelvic force and nut slap against her ass..          
The bed sqeaked, the head board hit the wall, all of it created an awesome tribal drumming of fury and passion..          
It was something else...          
         
The climactic ending was always heralded by his yelling out her name in his final frenzied release, "Oh Jennifer!!"          
And her calling back, "Oh my Good Gawd!!"          
He would fill her up to overflowing..and fall in a sweaty exhausted heap on top of her.          
She loved the feel of his weight on her, loved to feel her pussy and his cock pulses die down slowly together.. to feel his erection go soft inside her...          
This always made her a little sad too.          
During those moments, as his breathing got slow with sleep..          
She was aware that this was spring.          
And that this season of love was fleeting.          
         
(I am out and doing well. Things went fine.)