The Shower (Part 2)

Caressing each cheek simultaneously, I kneaded your gluteal muscles, from bottom to top and from hips to crevice. Slowly and methodically, until the tautness caused by stress disappeared. All is left is supple homogeneous flesh, ready to be tenderized by kisses, bites, licks and love grips.
My reach extended to your lower back following the same pattern, bottom to top, thumbs along your spine, pushing outwards, then fingers reaching round to your sides and back down to your waist. I can feel your upper half relax, yet your lower half is matching my pace and grinding in perfect sync. I can feel my cock expanding, engorging, pushing your inter gluteal crack apart.

“Ohhh baby….” You moan with pleasure as my hands make it up to your neck and as I knead your trapezius muscle.
I massage your neck from the base, outwards to your shoulder blades, to biceps and back up. While doing this, I reach down and nibble the top of your ear, breathing into your ear canal.
I feel your body stiffen as though you're holding your breath.

Your legs spread apart, seemingly involuntarily, forcing me to change my stance. I lower myself so I am laying on top of you, perfectly aligned from neck to waist. Instinctively, I freeze my lower body, but lift my top half by placing my hands on the bed alongside your breasts.

Like a heat seeking missile, my engorged and erect penis is seeking the source of the warmth, and guided by the wetness emanating from your vagina, the glans finds the entrance to your soaking cavern. Replaying a scene from Arabian nights, it cannot seem to unlock the key to the treasure room. Your left hand magically appears under your stomach, and guides it to the target.

With a backwards thrust of your hips, my dick slides into your delectable warmth. Open Fucking Sesame... I thought, startled by the heat transmitted from your inner core.

I feel you control the pace and depth of each thrust, pulling me deeper into you. Arching your ass off the bed, aligning the thrust line of my piston with your Gräfenberg spot. I grab a pillow and place it under your midriff, helping you maintain the arch in your back.

I reach down and blow on your back in sync with my thrusts. In... Out... Blow... In... Out... Blow...

I can’t help myself and start to lick the rivulets of sweat building along your spine. In... Out... Blow... Lick In... Out... Blow... Lick…
"Ftghs! Ftghs! FTGHS!" unintelligible sounds echo from the headboard. With your face is buried in a pillow, not only are your moans stifled, but so is your speech.

"Huh! What's that babe?” I ask.

"Faster! FUCK ME FASTER!" you say, lifting your head off the pillow and instantly translating your erotic gibberish.

I back onto my knees, pulling you with me, not missing a stroke.

I look down and see a piston pull out of the cylinder chamber, pause then slam back into the wet chamber, with a sharp smacking sound.

The frequency of the stroke increases, I push down on your neck... Savage, raw, animal like thrusts, breathing is hectic, moaning is rapid, and sweat is building.

I can feel you getting wetter, transferring your juice from your clitoris onto my scrotum at the deepest point of each stroke.

The tremble starts from your calves traversing up your thighs.

I speed up. Deeper. Faster. Harder.

"Fffffffffffffuccckkkkkk......." The siren song of orgasm begins, accompanied with a tremble of your body that seems possessed.

That's is the signal to my prehistoric Pavlovian instinct to procreate. I can’t stop.

DEEPER! HARDER! STRONGER! FASTER!

Each stroke feeling like it will tear my dick from my body....

"Oh God! Don't You FUCKING Stop!!!"I hear you say, but the words don’t register. My entire being is focused on a single goal.

An intense spark begins from deep in my scrotum.
A fuse speeding to release an explosion.

MOTherrrrFuckkkkkkkk!!


The confluence of two torrents of erotic energy collide with an atomic orgasmic explosion. An intense emotion envelopes us, stopping time, making us fully aware of each other’s breath and heartbeat. The musky smell of sex, sweat candles and incense clogs the nostrils, but yet causes us to breathe deeper. We are one, joined together, physically and emotionally.

As the afterglow of orgasm ebbs away, giving way to reality, I recall the fate of that droplet as I fall into my own oblivion.

The End.

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