Catch Your Breath

"Catch your Breath"

There's nothing I want more than to come home, drop everything, and bury my face between your legs, to lose myself in your scent, your warmth, your taste.

But you're never satisfied with just one are you? After I've made you cum the first time trembling and slick with pleasure, you flip over, plant your knees beside my head, and slowly lower yourself onto my face, spreading yourself open. Without a word you grind your hips, riding my tongue with purpose, chasing that second wave of euphoria while I hold tight to your thighs, lost in you.

When you're finally satisfied, for now, you give me a moment to catch my breath. But only just a moment.

You reach down, wrap your hand around my already throbbing shaft, and while attaching your back ever so you guide my face back between your soft, swollen lips. You rock against me with growing urgency, gripping my hair with one hand and my shaft with the other, using both to balance yourself as you ride the edge again.

Once you've wrung out every drop of control from me, you spin around, lips parted, eyes fierce and take my full length into your mouth, in one smooth, deep motion. Your tongue dances along the underside of my shaft while the back of your throat milks the sensitive tip with each rhythmic pull.

As I tease your body with my fingers, easing their way inside your tightening ass, I feel my climax building. You know it too, I can see it in the way you smirk with your mouth full.

Just before I explode, you release me with a soft, wet pop. You lock eyes with me, licking your lips with wicked delight, and lean back in for more. Once, twice, three times... then stop again. The veins in my shaft are pulsing, desperate, begging. And still you tease.

Your tongue trails down, over my balls, lingering just long enough to make me twitch. Then back up again. You press both hands flat at the base of my shaft, holding the skin taut, making every inch feel exposed, every nerve on fire. And then you take me. All of me. You take me deep into your throat until I feel that point of no return once more.

But again... you stop.

Looking into my eyes, you whisper, "I want you to fuck me until you cum inside me."

I grab a handful of your hair, kiss you hard, tasting both of us on your lips. You climb on top, guiding me inside you. No hesitation, no mercy. Just need. You bury me to the hilt, tight and wet, gripping me with every pulse of your inner muscles, whispering with every clench: I want all of you...... give it to me.... Give it to me.

The tension builds fast. Your hips grind against mine, our pelvic bones pressed together, my tip hitting deep inside you with every stroke. Your body trembles around me, and I feel myself swell. You moan, not soft or shy, but loud and raw as your orgasm pulses around me.

And that's it. I cant hold back anymore, you grip me tight and press your hips into mine, i can't pull back as I erupt inside you, filling you in waves, your body clenching tighter with each spasm. You cry out, your own release spraying around me as we collapse into each other, breathless, wild, and entirely undone.

Still inside you. Still throbbing. As I raise my head to catch my breath, Or eyes meet and I can see you're already biting your lip... asking me to do it again.

You're still trembling when I brush your hair from your face. The room is silent except for our breath, shallow, uneven, hungry. My hands rest on your waist, still feeling the echoes of your contractions around me..

But you don't move off me. Not yet.

You press your palms flat against my chest, lean down, and kiss me slowly, lingering tasting the mixture of lust, sweat, and something deeper. There's a pause, a flicker of vulnerability in your eyes. Then, without a word, you lift your hips just enough to let me slide out of you.

Warm and slick, my release still inside you, you swing one leg over and settle between my thighs.

Your fingers wrap around the base of my shaft, wet, sensitive, still hard and you stroke it deliberately, purposefully. You run your tongue along the underside of my member, slow and teasing, then swirl it over the head, collecting everything left behind. This sends a message to every nerve that makes me ache all over again.

It's less about taking and more about claiming now. Your eyes on mine the whole time, as if you want to see the exact moment I break again.

"You're not done," you murmur, voice low and thick with need. "I'm not done." you say as you sinfully and lustfully grin.

You climb back on top, your thighs straddling me again but this time, you guide me to your ass. You tease yourself with the tip, using your hand to line us up. I feel the heat, the tension, the resistance and the slow, yielding welcome as you lower yourself onto me inch by inch.

Your breath catches. Mine does too.

There's nothing rushed now. Just raw sensation. You settle back fully, my hands gripping your hips as your muscles tighten around me. Slowly, rhythmically, you move. Grinding, rolling, owning your body and mine. Your breasts sway with every motion, and your mouth falls open as you ride the edge again, hips circling, back arching, nails digging into my chest.

The control is all yours. I'm just here locked inside you, holding on, trying not to cum too soon.

But you know me too well. You lean forward, kiss my neck, and whisper, "Don't hold back. I want to feel everything."

And oh my God I do too.

My hips rise to meet yours, our bodies colliding, sweat-slick and desperate. Your moans grow louder, rougher, until your entire body tenses and just as you scream out your release, I explode deep inside you again, shaking, gasping, gripping your waist like I'll fall through the bed if I let go.

We collapse. You stay on top of me, both of us a trembling, tangled mess of skin, breath, and soul.

For a while, there's nothing but silence and the sound of our hearts catching up.

Then you raise your head, smile that wicked, exhausted smile, and say, "Okay. Now you can catch your breath."