Time doesn't exist right now. There is no space. There is no ground. There is no sky. We are suspended in each other’s touch, defying the very rules of gravity. We are no longer two people. We are one force in an endless state of explosion.
We have been making love for hours with no plan to stop. I am in your arms, circling my tongue around your neck, lost in the scent of your skin. Your legs are crossed over mine, flexing over my thighs. I trail my nails between the dips of your back, then reach underneath you, filling my hands with your luscious bottom. I pull you closer, making our pussies press together. You swirl your hips slowly on me, making my lips spread over yours. I lick a long wet stripe up your neck and catch your lip gently between my teeth. I can feel your nipples harden over mine as our breasts squash together. Beads of sweat drip between us. You run your fingers through my drenched hair and kiss me passionately, exchanging our wetness.
You lean your body on mine, making me lie back and relinquish all control. You pin my arms down on the bed and press your body on me. Your skin upon my skin, so close I can feel your muscles flexing on mine. Your breath in my ear, so close I can hear your thoughts.
My body is aching, my pussy throbbing, nearing combustion. My passion peaks to a height I have never reached, your soft voice guiding me to surrender all I have. “Give it to me,” you say repeatedly, commanding my orgasm to come out at will. My wetness is so loud, I can hear myself coming. I moan as if death is coming for me.
You pick this very moment to slow your pace. “No!” I groan. “Please, for the love of god, don't slow down!” I swirl your hips vigorously, making you fuck me faster, squirming beneath you like a serpent trapped under a stone. Then, I come again, making you come again too. Our pussies cream on each other, spurting juices like crossed waterfalls.
I quickly move down, drinking the last drops of your fountain. I lean in to kiss your pussy in the same way I would kiss the lips on your face. I suck it and mark it as mine, my signature written on your flesh with my tongue. I suck your clit softly, waking another climax. You grab my head, your soaked fingers quivering around my face as you spread your legs as far apart as you can. I dip my tongue inside you and slide my mouth up and down, making sure your clit stays in contact with my lips. Each soft press draws you closer to your metaphysical zenith. I suction my lips around your clit, flicking my tongue rapidly over and under. My fingers curl inside you, massaging the dulcet curves of your opening. I can feel your pussy clench and grip my fingers, and still I push deeper. In and out. Up and down. I whirl my tongue rapidly around your sopping wet flesh until you explode on my lips. Each calculated touch is my accolade; your orgasm, my reward.
Right here, right now, we push the very boundaries of time and space. Our bodies, which are made up of the same adorning stars above, glowing and burning with the same heat that boils us to a sizzled drop. We are perfectly aligned to create our own constellation. We are the oldest story ever told, defying the great expectations of tragedy, carefully recording each page just to watch it burn again before the ink dries.
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