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They knew it was late But the bedside lamp Casting a glow Threw their sense of time
Their bodies ached In a good way An ache they'd been missing Skin tasting divine And sensations running high
They'd already pushed each other multiple times With their primal acts The sound of the bed and moans Bouncing off the walls
Just once more Feel the other's excitement As their blushed sweaty bodies Cum again leaving a delicious mess Before the sun crept through The blinds
Suddenly a thought Stops her still From whatever she was doing
Suddenly she could feel Her skin becoming flushed Fucking delicious
Let me have you here Dirty up your clean showered skin Start the day by seeing how good you taste
Their tired lips Tasted of each other And all their Devilish antics They got up to In bed When they should've been Running errands And meeting friends
He could sense the tension And anxiety in her space He was attentive Slowly making that space safe
They stood close Gentle glance of hands against each other Both knew what the other Was doing to the atmosphere
She could feel his energy in the space It was calming and needed She then softened to a point Where she begged him to fuck the remaining tension away
This unbearable hot weather Meant slow fucks And eye contract
There was always eye contact
Long days Got her frustrated By nightfall Luckily he was always On her mind To help unwind
Her mouth Was sweet and smart And she knew exactly How to use it In every situation
She knew Running her smart mouth Always led her to trouble
And by trouble This time It meant having to explain To her roommate At some unholy hour of the morning Why she was cleaning Their brand-new couch While her boyfriend Stood across the room Grinning as he watched Her try to squirm out of this one
Quiet evenings; Kisses Cuddles Devilish acts
Eyes locked The mood in the room changed It got warm as they both started to move Not long went by Until he pushed himself Off the wall opposite her Moving forward across the room Slowly one step at a time
"Don't come any closer!" she faintly said The words struggling to escape her mouth
"Or?" he replied
"Or I'll stop"
Watching her hand pick up pace He knew that she was enjoying this too much So he paused for a second Just in case she wasn't bluffing Looking at her eyes looking at him Stroking himself in the middle of the room He then began to move forward again With no resistance or call to halt Now kneeling on the edge of the bed in front of her He moved his warm hand from his hard shaft And slid two fingers inside her As she frantically rubbed her tingling needy self Before bringing them to his mouth to enjoy All while their eyes were locked on each other
She always had a book And hundred filthy thoughts On her mind
Some would say That she was a show off But he always loved Watching her dance
The morning after The night before
He touched Just the right spot Where she Wanted it to last Forever
But she knew He was too good
She wouldn't last Cracking many Times over Before she Got to forever
The towel left in a heap on the bathroom tiles Wet footprints making a trail along the wooden floor Water drops from her hair running down her body As she stood in the bedroom doorway Biting her bottom lip Looking you up and down intensely Her mind racing at all the possibilities That could happen next
Her mouth Equally sweet and filthy Always had him wondering With a smile At what mischievous things It could do Given the chance If they had a moment To explore
