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Today.
We are going to have sex.
Not make love.
Have sex.
Today.

Finally.

I will hear your voice shiver and quiver,
I will hear your desperate moans,
Begging.

First I will start with a kiss.
On your lips,
Your eyes.
Your ears.
Your neck.

Slowly those kisses,
Will cover your body.
From your neck.
Down your chest.
Your breasts.
Your nipples.

More than a kiss there.
Sucking.
Licking.
Almost nursing.
Teasing with my tongue.
Caressing them.
Until they are swollen,
Hardened,
Aroused.
Erect.

Kisses on your tummy.
Your navel.

With some tongue tickling there.
Causing some squirming,
Leaving a kissing bruise,
For you to explain,
To someone,
Later.

Kisses moving on down.
Tongue parting your hair.
There.
And kisses.
Exactly,
There.

Maybe a nibble or two.

Kisses on the inside of your thighs.
Kissing bruises marking where,
My lips have been.
First one side.
Then the other.

Skipping what is between.
For now.

Arms lifting your legs up.
Allowing kisses on your raised butt.

A long,
Slow,
Wet,
Nibbling kiss,
Between,
Your ass hole,
And,
Those waiting lips.
More kissing bruises.
Very hard to explain,
There.

Leading to,
My tongue,
Gently,
Parting,
Probing,
Licking,
Its way,
To your,
Button,
Of pleasure,
Of arousal.

Sucking there,
Like it was a third nipple.
Nibbling too.
Until it is swollen,
Hardened,
Aroused.
Erect.

And throbbing.

Matching,
My own,
Swollen,
Hard.
Aroused.
Throbbing.
Erection.

It is then that I will hear your voice.
Quiver.
Shiver.
Moan.
And,
Beg.

It is then that I will feel your hands.
One on each side of my hips.
One moving back.
One moving front.
One groping.
Gripping.
Nails nearly piercing.
My butt cheek.
The other one,
Massaging.
Caressing.
Fondling.
Kneading.
Coddling.
Squeezing.
My balls.
Leading to.
Clutching.
Grasping.
Rubbing.
Stroking.
My cock.
Until a drop,
Wets its tip.

At that signal,
That moment of readiness,
That height of arousal,
You will guide,
Its tip,
To separate,
To rub between,
To caress.
To stimulate.
To inflame.
To arouse.
Those lips.

Finally,
Your hand will guide,
Its tip,
To part those lips,
Allowing its head,
To rest between.
In readiness,
To enter.

At that moment,
You will whisper,
Sighing,
“Not yet”.

Time to allow your hand,
To leave my shaft,
Its tip gently parting,
Its head between,
Not yet entering,
To caress.
Fondle.
Titillate its way,
From my groin,
Around to join,
Your other hand,
Both gripping,
My butt.

Time to allow the anticipation,
To build.
To grow.

Another whisper,
Pleadingly,
Almost with tears,
“In my eyes,
Look into my eyes.”

And, as I do,
I will see them smile.
Then wink.
Accompanied by,
A deep,
Sort of,
Growling,
“Now!”.

Simultaneously,
Your hands,
Your nails driving into my cheeks,
Will pull me down,
Between your thighs,
Forcing the head of my cock,
From between those lips,
Down deeply into,
Your cunt.

Your hands,
Their nails,
Will hold me,
Pinned there,
Groin to groin.
Grinding.
Genital to genital.
Cock buried in cunt.

Now wild in your eyes.
With a throaty rumble,
“Again!”

As I left my hips,
Withdrawing my cock,
From your cunt,
Until only its head remaining,
Between your lips.
Your nails,
Will furrow their way,
Up my back,
To my neck,
Pull my head down,
Mashing my lips against yours,
My tongue meeting yours,
And my cock,
Will again enters your cunt.

My thrusts will be counted.
Paced.
Match to,
And by your,
Whimpering,
Whining,
Begging,
Crying,
Sobs,
Of,
For,
“More”,
“More”,
“More”.

Each thrust,
Will slam my groin against yours.

My hands,
Arms,
Will loop behind your knees,
Raise your hips,
For increased,
Deeper thrusting.

Until,
With one last grinding thrust,
I will force my mouth away from yours,
Again stare in to your eyes,
To watch as the,
Joy within them,
Mirrors the,
Throbbing contractions of your cunt,
In orgasm,
Matched by the,
Throbbing ejaculations of my cock,
In orgasm;
Your cum,
Mixed with mine,
Will flow out of your cunt,
Around my cock,
Down your,
Butt crack,
To pool under your hips.

I will gently,
While staring into your eyes,
Withdraw my cock,
From within your cunt,
Until only its head,
Parts your lips,
And,
Grinning,
Ask,
“More?”
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