He fucks my face while he sucks my pussy.Then he withdraws his cock from my mouth as his lips leave my pussy, and I watch his beautiful body sliding inches from my face.I wait for his kiss to come.
He repeats the pattern.The mixing together in this manner is mind-blowing intimacy like no other!
When I cum on him, he shoots his wad too, then leans back, and I realize he is coming to deliver the last taste of my love to mix with the last taste of his.He covers my mouth, his tongue thrusts inside, then he lifts his face to look at me, and asks, "You swallowed?"
"Sorry."I scrunch my nose."It was just reflex."
He chuckles and pecks my mouth, curls up around my head to rest.
While we rest, I ask him when he learned to play the guitar, and he asks if I play any instruments.We laugh about the truth when I admit, "No.I couldn't sit still long enough."
The whole time we talk, he plays with my hair.
"Siri, you have serious star power."
I laugh."Aurei, you're star-struck."I roll up and kiss his lips.His hand slides firmly into my hair, and he controls my head while he kisses me thoroughly.We are both breathless when he lets me go.
I pull myself even closer and bury my nose on his pec by his armpit."You smell like Heaven to me."
He strokes my hair."You are touching Heaven now.Can you feel it?"
I lay my cheek on his chest, and he strokes my face.I smile lazily at him."Yes.You are Heaven."
"No.You are Heaven."He touches his finger on the end of my nose.I try to bite it, playing with him and my teeth click when they touch."Are you hungry?Do I need to feed you again?"He laughs at me but keeps his fingers away.
We beam into each other's eyes, sharing one of those true moments that connect on a whole other level.
I tell him softly."I do hunger for you."
He smiles his beautiful smile and teases me just as softly."Are you asking to eat me again?"
"I guess I am."I return his smile."Round 2?"
"Sure.You do me.Then I'll do you.
I grin and push his shoulder.He rolls over and lays on his back, and I crawl down between his legs.He spreads them so I can get intimate with him, and I give him a blow job without all the bells and whistles—just a straight, old-fashioned, up and down.I look up as he progresses and see his eyes sometimes closed, sometimes staring at the mosaic, and sometimes watching me.When he is close to blowing, he sits up and plays with my hair, keeping it from getting wet and entangled."I love your hair.Siri."He tells me."It's so soft."
"Mmhmm."I hum on him, and he lays his head back.
"Ah!"Then he tilts it forward again and strains."Like that, Baby."
I hum again and hold the tone as long as I can.He lays his head back, and his hand in my hair starts to ball up.I look up to see him leaning on one arm, muscles flexed.The deep ridges his mounds of muscles make as he is straining to cum are an awesome sight, and I get turned on from the view!
He is a fucking Golden God!His hand clamps down in my hair, pulling it and holding it down on him, deep when he cums.I try to swallow it but gag instead.His semen falls, coating my mouth, and makes the sliding more slippery."Ah!Fuck!"He strains and says with that orgasmic intense look.When I finish pumping him dry, he lets my hair go and falls back on the bed.
The view of him now relaxed and satisfied makes me feel more powerful than any show performance I have ever done.
I would give it all up for him….
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The reality of that awareness stuns me.
What he does to me!The effect he has on me.He's changing everything!
"We made a mess."I hear him chuckle.
