declaration

The muscle pain is a reminder of the way you pushed me against the elevator wall and lost yourself under my dress, taking my hands when the doors opened to lead me to our apartment, where you threw me on the couch and continued what you’d started, your tongue teasing, trailing every place except where I wanted you most. In a single stroke, you were inside me, my back arched, my feet elevating my cunt to receive you.

You fucked me like that for hours, then took me to the porch, where I straddled you on a chair, the cool night air swallowing our gasps and moans. We gripped each other desperately, the contrast of the heat of our bodies and the chill of the night adding to the ascent. In a moment, you’d risen and picked me up as though I weighed nothing, and soon we were inside on the couch again.

I took your cock in my mouth and had my fill of you, inch by inch, until finally, you came. Only moments later, you were inside me again, the night stretching to accommodate pleasure the same way my body stretches to fit you.