I got on top of him and moved slowly to take him inside.
Up and down I went. His length was savory and dense. I took every inch he had to give and craved more.
His hands found their way to my tits, squeezing them as he moaned, then down the sides of my body, and down, down to cup my ass.
I leaned down to kiss him and press my body to his. He spread me open and whispered in my ear, “This is how I’d hold you in a crowded room, just like this so everyone can see.”
I moaned and moved against him more, grinding harder, rising and falling on his rigidness.
He continued, “They all want to touch you, they’re wishing they were inside you”
My mind was going crazy, and my pussy was eagerly listening, captivated, dripping, tightly gripping his cock as his words washed over me. Oh fuck, did I leave one of my notebooks out? Why is he saying this?
“Do you want them to touch you, baby?” He asks, pulling me back into fantasy. I am wetter than I have ever been for him, my movement is making that sound like you’re stirring mac and cheese. He keeps talking. Creating this vivid and continuous scene. I could feel their eyes on me, the whole room of men and women. And yes, I would like to feel their hands on me.
He could see how much I enjoyed that so he took it further. Asking me if they can kiss me while he fucks me. “Do you want their lips on you?” He asked. In a room like that I would insist on it, but I didn’t want him to feel like he wasn’t enough.
I hesitated to provide an answer.
He pulled me closer to him and sucked my neck like he was an original vampire. Savage and sweet, as if to say, “it’s okay, I’m here with you” then when he loosened his grip he asked again, “do you want their lips on you?”
“Mm hmm,” I moaned.
“Say it,” he commanded. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want their lips on me,” I said breathlessly.
“Where?”
“My neck and shoulders, down my spine, tits & toes.”
He moaned in satisfaction and fucked me back, thrusting faster and faster until I fell apart on top of him.
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Wow…after reading this, I can also ask “Oh fuck, did I leave one of MY notebooks out? Why is [s]he saying this?”
Lol, it’s a dangerous game we play when we chart our desires
And what is blogging, if not charting our desires?
That sounds so beautifully delicious
Thanks, love!
Gulp… How very hot and passionate. Love it
Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it 😁
Oh yes, very much 😁🥵