Whatever

He passed me in the corridor of the library this evening with that look that leaves me reeling, and of course he side eyed me with that fuck me smirk tilted across his lips, and his prominent jawline draws me right back into his self imposed confined spaces as he pushed up against the bookcase, with his soft wet semi heated lips assaulting my flesh as his hands roam from north to south, leaving me somewhat bewildered but wanting more of him in the depths of me.

I purposely wore nothing beneath that latte cream coloured fauna linen dress that he can see through, intentionally layered with same coloured asymmetrical fox linen poncho that covers my tits, and gravity & age makes me wonder why the perkiness decided to head south but he likes the way they feel when cupped as I straddle his waist, and ride off into the twilight until he wastes himself in the depths of me.

Breath to breath, the heat of his mouth alone sears my senses, and I can taste the coffee he consumed not so long ago, which makes me wanna climb inside his warm mouth as his inaudible filth whispered in the soft dim lighting leaves me grinding against him harder & deeper as a deep moan slips past his lips as he motions to change his position.

Of course, he couldn’t just let me have my way with him, he has to take me to pound town and hurt me ever so softly yet violently just so he can hear me gasp, until I scream for more as my clit swells and his knob hardens more than when I was on top, and he smacks my arse whilst pulling my hair as if he’s riding a horse as I push back onto him until he spills himself inside me, and cleans me with his mouth before asking where are we going for dinner.

I whispered home, and I’m the only thing on the menu, in the kitchen, up against the bench top, to the shower, on the lounge, up against the wall, on the floor and off to bed, and we don’t even make it past the car park, and the backseat, and when he’s done finishing me off, I ponder the swollen pulsation that oft lingers post pinning me down, and when he’s softly sleep talking & mumbling and I can’t get to sleep, I watch him dreaming as I attempt to decipher who, what, where he might be, in his dreams.

Obviously, it’s with me as he said my name, and I’m wondering if I should wake him up with my lips wrapped around his semi hard software, for more, and then I roll over and visit redtube to get myself off of the insomniac merry-go-round and he wakes to my subtle orgasmic bliss, and pulls me closer, whilst slipping himself into me, as we spoon before going hard at it again.

I think I’m tired now, after all that as I collapse into the grooves of his muscular torso, whilst he catches his breath as it regulates against my collarbone & neck, and we’re both submerged in that drowsy state of feeling like you’ve just been killed softly from all those earth quaking multiple little deaths, and I wonder how I’ll feel tomorrow, when I won’t see him all day.

Maybe, I’ll visit him for lunch so we can feast on one another, again. Whatever. I still can’t sleep, even with the weight of him leaning into my back, our limbs entwined.