I think of smoothing those gorgeous locks away from your face to make room for my hands, for both of them to cup your face and feel your luminescent eyes hold my gaze. There are such contrasts living in them. Something so sweet and caring. Something so hungry and naughty. Something that longs for your body and heart to be swept in the same intimate and primal frenzy.

They were the first thing I noticed about you, the first part of every fantasy that intensified until I could no longer control myself. Reaching down to stroke my swollen pulsing length, imagining your written words as the script for our bodies to follow. I'd imagine your eyes on me the entire time.

As my lips trailed the sensitive soft curve of skin where the neck and shoulder meet, where I could feel your pulse tapping as my stripped form finally pressed against yours. My throbbing head pushing against your wet lips below, already coating me in hot juices as my lips travel to meet yours.

I make sure my fingertips flutter gently just along the outside of your burning sex, barely parting lips to meet the nub of your pulsing clit with my thumb.

I throb even harder when I feel your mouth moaning into mine from the slow massage I give that tiny slick bud and you're even more wet within seconds. Your scent perfuming the air only makes me want more. Fingers trespassing between and beyond your lips and slowly strumming within your dripping pussy like each movement is a song note, a deliberate melody plucked inside to make your need grow. Make your body shudder against me when I pull away from our kiss to lap my tongue around your nipples, swirling and darting their hardening tips, gently nibbling as my fingers begin to pump deeper and faster.

I want to see how wet I can get you, how drenched in wet heat my fingers will become before you need more.

I guide your hand below and gasp when you grip and stroke my throbbing cock. It pulses in tune with my racing heartbeat, every stroke sending bolts of warmth through my legs, quivering through their muscles.

My tongue licks along the side of your neck, stopping right at your ear.

My breath grazes you, whispering to tell me when you're close. Your only response is a hurried nod, moaning louder when my fingers go a little faster. Every thrust ends with a pause so my thumb can tease your clit more, that tiny epicenter of pleasure swollen now, aching the same way I ache for you because your hand is matching the rhythm and force of my fingers, expertly gliding along my cock. Back and forth, squeezing whenever I make contact with your clit.

Moments later, you moan in a sultry whisper that you're getting close. You know I am, too. My need for you has fully taken over my every sense. You've already squeezed slick pre-cum out of my head, smoothing it over my head and using it as lube for each stroke.

I time it just right, quickly lowering your gorgeous naked form on the bed, sliding my every inch into your dripping pussy, filling your depths with strong, but timed, thrusts as I kiss you again.

I feel your legs wrapping around, pulling me even deeper inside of you as your fiery tight walls begin to shudder and clench around me, coaxing me to let go, to join you where you're heading.

With the deepest thrust I can deliver, your pussy clenches and pulses hard around me as you cry out, as your legs tremble, but hold steady. The sensation is too powerful.

I let go, erupting thick hot jets of my seed in your already soaked sex, moaning your name over and over, barely hearing our joined cries of ecstacy over the thunder roaring from within my chest.

Our bodies, spent, begin to slow down with softer rhythms. Never wanting a full stop, but to calm down second by second until I slip out of you, drenched in release, my lungs filled with the scent of our bodies. I cradle you in my arms and tilt your head just a little. In the bedroom's dim light, your eyes are still vibrant, peering into my heart, mind, my body's helpless desire for you and beyond into all those nameless regions within where we have claimed one another.

Where we can strip everything away and let our most natural and primal urges bring one another to a shattering release.