It’s been a while since I made love to someone. Passionate, slow love. The kind where you’re both laying down with each other, thumbs trailing jawlines, fingers moving stray bits of hair out the way, never losing eye contact except to watch the corners of her mouth curl up as she smiles. The smile causing me to kiss the corner of her mouth, her breath hitching. The kind where she puts her hand on my face as she kisses me, her fingers slipping into my hair as the kiss deepens. The kind where I softly part her legs and lie in between her, feeling my body melt into hers. Excitement building in the pit of my stomach as I press my weight into her, rocking slowly into me as she grips the back of my tshirt. The kind where you know when to take her clothes off just by the look in her eye, the privilege of getting to pull her panties down and slip them past her ankles, carelessly thrown across the room. The kind where the sight of her spread out for you takes your breath away because you don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more beautiful. The kind where you can’t take your eyes off her as your fingers slide inside her, watching the pleasure on her face as her mouth falls open and her eyes slam shut. The kind where it’s all hot and sweaty, bodies rocking into each other with desperation, desperate to be inside each other, desperate to be closer. The kind where you can’t focus enough so the kisses are all sloppy, dizzy from the feeling of tongues clashing. The kind where she has a strong grip on my ass, leaving nail marks from being so eager to have me closer. The kind where she has to touch me at the same time, groaning as she feels me around her fingers, stretching me out. The kind where the only sounds in the room are our moans and the wet sounds from the beautiful mess we’ve made together between our legs. The kind where both of your orgasms build at the same time because you’re rocking against each other in a perfect rhythm, knowing each other’s bodies so well. The kind where you softly grab her jaw to get her to look you in the eye as you both cum together, panting into each other’s mouths. The kind where it’s all hazy and our orgasms makes us feel intoxicated, you’re both seeing stars and the only word that we know is each other’s names. The kind where you hold each other tight afterwards, skin against skin, fingers softly scratching backs until you drift off to sleep with each other.
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