The Night is Still Young

As he thrust into her, she wrapped her legs tight,
Smashing deep inside, their passion burning bright.
Bodies slick with sweat, they chased the night,
In a dance of lust, a fiery, fierce fight.

The room echoed with sounds of their thirst,
Hungry moans, gasps, each moment rehearsed.
Teddy Pendergrass sang softly, a sensual burst,
Adding to the atmosphere, their desires immersed.

“Harder,” she commanded, voice dripping with heat,
He obeyed, pounding with reckless beat.
Clapping cheeks in rhythm, their movements so neat,
Bodies in perfect harmony, a sensual feat.

She tensed, cried out, orgasm’s tidal wave,
He didn’t relent, each thrust he gave.
Again and again, until they both reached that crave,
Collapsing, spent, their desires brave.

“That was amazing,” he whispered, a kiss so sweet,
“Yes, it was,” she smiled, a sly retreat.
“But I’m not done,” she said, their night not complete,
With a crook of her finger, a new desire replete.

He followed her lead, to the bedroom they went,
She pushed him down, straddling, her body bent.
“I want to ride you,” her voice a fervent vent,
“Fill me up,” her words, pure consent.

He cupped her breasts, teasing nipples with care,
She shivered, grinding, their lust laid bare.
Dry humping first, then bareback affair,
Their bodies moved together, an erotic pair.

Chasing release once more, slick with sweat,
Their climax hit, pleasure’s silhouette.
As they lay spent, her whisper a threat,
“This is just the beginning, a lesson you won’t forget.”

He grinned, eyes shining, with excitement set,
“I can’t wait,” his voice a matching duet.
Teabagging thoughts, and quickie’s vignette,
Their night of passion, not over yet.