Heavy breathing. Screaming. Oh my god. His hands. Nothing feels better than his hands. His eyes never leave my face for more than a second. He watches me. The rhythm of his hands slows and quickens, slows and quickens. Something he hits, builds something else inside, I can’t contain the rise. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Screaming. A spray of liquid spills between my legs, soaking the sheets that cover one of the two beds in the motel room.
We need two beds. The smell of my fluids taint the air. You can feel the smell, thick and sweet. I can feel my cum spreading beneath my legs as the puddle travels throughout the cloth under our bare flesh. It’s fucking disgusting, but I love it. Before I can squirm away from the drenched sheets his fingers slip inside me again. Oh my god. Oh my god. The pressure builds. He takes his eyes off me for a moment so his lips can touch the sensitive parts between my thighs. His tongue runs along my clitoris making me squirm. Oh my god. Licking turns to sucking as his fingers move inside me to a rhythm he knows too well. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4. Just as good as the first time. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. His lips move from the red tender skin between my legs to meet my lips and swallow my screams as more liquid sprays between my legs.
I thought I knew the smell of sex. Until he came around and showed me what my body could do. The spray that puddles beneath me fills every inch of the room, sticks to my legs, and follows me around until I shower. Despite that I’ve already spilled twice, he continues to beat against the tender canal, watching my face all the while. His touch makes me lose focus, control, all of my goddamn senses. I can’t do a damn thing about it. It try to reach for him, long for the meat between his legs, but I fall back as the waves of pleasure hit until I’m seizing against the bed. My limp arms attempt to push him away when the pressure moves through my abdomen threatening to touch my lips. I hate feeling this vulnerable, but this is his favorite part. Watching me lose all control. Knowing that he’s in control and I can’t do a fucking thing about it. The pleasure he bestows with every touch is overwhelming. His free hand moves to my breast, pulls on the tit with the same rhythm forcing the pressure to build up quicker. He looks away from my face again to take a quick glance at what he’s doing, though he really doesn’t have to, then puts his lips against my other breast, teasing, sucking, nibbling. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. More screams. The puddle beneath me spreads beneath my back. I whimper helplessly as the warmth of my fluids mix with the salt on my skin. I try to squirm away again, but he won’t let me move.
“Oh My God! I want it. I want it.” Only when I begin to beg like this does he give me relief. His lips come back to mine and kisses me softly as he slides his penis against the swollen skin between my legs. Feeling his stiff arousal excites me. Suddenly, I need a taste. I use what strength I have left to push him down with my thighs. He lets me, thinking I plan to ride him, but all I want is to slide my mouth along the hard length of his dick. When he realizes what I want, he tries to push me away. He didn’t like feeling vulnerable. But my mouth is already closing over the tip. His head falls against the pillows as his eyes roll back. I interlock my fingers with his to ensure they won’t stop me. I gently suck on the tip, slowly quickening the pace until his breathing stops.
The head was my favorite part, shaped like an arrowhead with a tender texture. I roll my tongue around the small dip in the center and let my mouth explore the gentle shape of the tip, the rock hard skin of the shaft down to the loose skin of his scrotum. I let him feel every inch of my wet mouth. I press him against the inside of cheek, the little bumps of my tongue, the textured roof of my mouth and down the narrow path of my throat. I hear him groan for me.
“Oh babe. Oh my god, babe. Babe. Oh my god.” I push the length of him deeper still, slowly finding a rhythm as I slide his shaft up and down my throat. His hands grip mine until my fingers go numb, but I refuse to let up. He reaches for my hair and I let him take control. He pushes his head deeper down that narrow path until I can’t breath. I can feel the tears drown my eyes and the mucus from my nose build up as the tip of his penis repeatedly hits the back of my throat. I wipe my hand across my face and let him push deeper. His hand tangles my hair in a fist and pushes down, as far as I can handle. I let him take control until I can’t breathe anymore. I push my head against his hand, letting myself up for air. His hand drops back down against the bed and after a few gasps for air I wrap my lips around the tip again. I pick up the pace as I suck the tender head, forcing sounds from his lips. His groans increased, louder with each stroke.
“Oh babe. Oh my god, babe!” I won’t relent. I love that I have this power over him. I love that he can’t function. I love that he can’t do a goddamn thing but lay there with his head against the pillow, rolling his eyes back, trying to breathe.
I won’t let up until he makes me. When he was getting close and the pleasure was overwhelming he pushes me away with all his strength. He pulls his legs and stomach together so I can’t reach his tender meat. I try pushing him back down for another taste. I want him to finish between my lips. I crave the taste of his warm thick fluid sliding down my throat. I was never interested in placing a man’s dick in my mouth, let alone drinking his protein filled semen and underdeveloped swimmers. That was fucking disgusting. But he had me addicted to his flavor. That warm liquid rolling down my tongue, warming my lungs as it travels down to my stomach like hot tea. I manage to get my mouth back around the tip and he pushes me off as hard as he can dying for breath.
“Oh God. I want it. I want it.” That’s when I finally let up. The cool breeze from the air conditioning blankets the thick layer of sweat covering our skin. I shiver in disgust. Then I interlock my fingers with his again and push them down over his head as I position myself on top of him. My mouth meets his as I rub my drenched cunt across his hard penis. I tease a bit, almost slipping the opening of my canal over the tip then pulling up again. I continue kissing him, enjoying the feel of his lips grabbing mine in a soft repetitive rhythm. His teeth gently dig into my bottom lip and teases the little metal ring pierced into the left side. Finally I push the opening between my legs over the length of him. We gasp at the sensation feeling a wave of satisfaction as the tip of his penis pushes against the walls of my vagina. Slow. Soft. Rhythmic. Gasping. Not screaming. Simply making love. Just for a little bit.
We quicken the pace. I try to keep up as we push our bodies together harder and faster. My rhythm always falters, but his was an on going, tireless motion that quenches my thirst as soon as his hips begin to move. He pushes himself harder inside of me, forcing screams from lips all over again. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god! The pressure was building again. It took longer to build without his hands, but I can feel it slowly building, regardless. Once he touched me for the first time, something in my woke in my body that I couldn’t define. I had never squirted before him, but after he beat his fingers inside me that first night a foreign liquid sprayed out of my body that I couldn’t comprehend. Something only his touch could do. It took some time, but now his dick can do it too.
After a few minutes I start losing rhythm. He rolls me over and pushes me down into the sheets, hands wrapped tightly around my wrists. I feel the length of him deep inside of me and let out an ear piercing cry. He pulls my legs up and positions them in front of his chest, one across each shoulder. I scream louder as he pushes himself inside me harder and faster, hitting something tender over and over again. The pain of him hitting the back of my entrance was overwhelming. I fucking love it. I continue vocalizing my pleasure for the pain he brought me. The sweat across his chest slides against my legs acting as a natural lubricant in the most disgusting way. The tiny grains of salt layering our flesh exfoliated the other’s skin. I can feel the puddle I sprayed earlier beneath my back, cold and sticky, as it mixes with my sweat. It’s so fucking gross. I never understood how something so revolting could feel this amazing. He continues pressing his flesh carelessly into mine. We weren’t making love anymore. We were having sex. I liked it. I liked that we could have both.
After a while my hips begin cramping and my screams echo in the room. He pulls out and turns me over on my hands and knees, hardly missing a beat as he slides the length of him deep within that sacred canal. His lips touch my back for a moment. Then his teeth sink into my shoulder. The volume of my screams increase, finding their way through the walls. His hand slides across my leg to the front of my body. When he finds what he wants his fingers start rubbing. I start squirming and moaning at the feel of his fingers against my clitoris, already feeling sore from his relentless lips. He slams himself inside me hitting that painful place. I scream loud enough for the walls to shake, embarrassed by my vocals. I spend a moment wondering if the rooms beside us can hear my pleasure, but then I felt the pressure build. My breath shortens between each screams, slowly silencing until... Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh My God! BABE!
That thick sweet fluid sprays between my thighs as I pull away from him. He waits less than a second before he grips my hips and pulls me fevrently back onto his shaft. I let him take control of my body, slamming my ass against his stomach as hard as he wants. The tip of his dick hits that sweet spot over and over until I start screaming about God again and try to pull away. I spray again. Adding to the puddle beneath me. It was spread across the width of the bed now. But he doesn’t let me go. He continues pushing himself inside me. Pulling me onto him. Fucking me good. I can’t function anymore. All I can do is bury my face into a pillow and bite down, muffling my screams. We definitely weren’t having sex anymore. We were fucking. I fucking loved it. I loved that we could have it all.
My arms falter and I fall face first into the sheets, nose deep into my fluids. The only thing keeping my ass in the air are his hands digging into my hips. The pressure from his hands heighten my arousal. I’m nothing more than putty in his hands, molding to his creation. I let my body go limp in his hands, trusting him with my weakened flesh. I refuse to be this vulnerable with anyone else, but him. I let him take control as he forces more liquid out of my body and onto my skin.
I feel him stutter then speed up as if his life is on the line. I scream to God as he picks up the pace. He stutters again and that’s when I feel the length of him pulse inside me as he groans in pleasure. Oh babe… I feel him pulse again… and again. His juices fill my cunt swimming toward a larger purpose.
He lets go of my hips and my body falls limp against the bed. My breathless lungs force a wave of exhaustion over my vision. My eyelids fall heavy as I feel his come slowly dripping out of my vagina. He rubs his fingers against the swollen skin making me squirm just a little more. The puddles of liquids cause an irritating itch against my cheek. I was suddenly very conscience of the mixed sweat across my skin. My nose scrunches up at the smell of our fluids creating a thick mixture around the room. I let my tongue separate my lips for a small taste of that sweet air and let myself drown in the mixture of our scents.
Just as my mind begins to separate from reality, he gently scoops me up off the drenched sheets. I instinctively curl up into his bare chest, feeling his warm skin against mine. He rolls me onto the dry, untouched bed then climbs in next to me and pulls the covers over our naked bodies. He pulls me into his strong brown arms and kisses my nose making smile, faintly. I loved that we could have it all. Love. Sex. Fucking. I pull myself closer to him, letting my pale hand lightly grip his side with whatever strength I had and laid my head on his chest. I don’t have to close my eyes for long before I feel the heavy mist of sleep begin takeover.
“I Love you.”
I also loved the sex. It was the best sex. The world falls away from me. That sweet thick scent giving my dreams a vivid taste. I knew when I woke up, the arm I had beneath me would feel tingly and numb and entirely uncomfortable. But his arms were warm and I was obsessed with the way he feels.
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