Cum With Me Again

Let’s do it again and again until I say when

Cum for me. I hear him say in my head. It’s not a request, but rather a command. I can smell his scent all over me. His weight leans into me and pins me underneath the mattress. We’re nothing but twisted, contorted bodies pumping and thrusting. I’m not sure if there is a beginning or an end to us. Only this present where I give all and everything to him.

I try to spread my legs further to accommodate him. He has me hooked underneath him like a fish caught within his lure. He pushes my hips and ankles toward my face. I lie on my back splayed fully open for him to use as he pleases.

“You know I’ll never say when.”

“That’s the fun of our fucking,” he says.

I can’t help the smile on my face at our sexual banter. He thrusts into me at that building pace. Where he plans to get me to overspill every drop of my juices. I try to bite his shoulder as he pumps into me. He moves it away from my teeth.

I open my eyes to look at him. His face is the epitome of concentrated ecstasy. The beard has been eradicated from his face. I don’t have anything to pull with his hair buzzed to a short length. I run my fingers over the pieces returning to the smooth surface.