Gaping

There's a sacredness that he embodies as he touches me ritualistically until I'm stretched wide across the width and depth of his penetrating ministrations.

I watch the way his breath rises and falls and there's no reasoning to the way in which he touches me as I taste the essence of our love upon his lips.

He plunges into the depths of me, hard and deep, as if it were my heart and soul he was trying to reach while I swell tenderly upon him as he's firmly lodged balls deep.

Hungrily drinking every drop until we're both sated, and he leaves me gaping and begging to be filled ferociously until he makes me hum his name as he kisses me.

There is no elegance in the way we fuck, it's purely animalistic as he explodes volcanically in the depths of me, marking his territory each time he leaves me gaping.

His milk and my honey taste delicious as they mingle upon his palate, and the air is infused with the fragrance of his love as he continues to draw breath from me.