Reaching

She reaches for him as he moves over her, his shadowy warmth slowly blanketing her, his love and need calling out to their mates in her.

“Yes,” she breathes softly but urgently as his mouth descends toward hers.

He is hungry. His lips cover hers with barely restrained zeal. She melts under the fervent assault, her body a pool beckoning him to dive in. His hands move urgently over her heated flesh. Nerves spark to life. Tingles crackle across her skin, wherever he touches.

“Yes, yes,” she pants as his mouth dips to her neck. Her fingers thread into his hair, holding him to her as he begins to mark her. Her body rises beneath his, pressing closer to him as the need rises higher in her. Her arms and legs wrap around him as his fingers work between them and into the wet warmth between her thighs. He growls against her flesh, his teeth scraping against her as his mouth skates lower, down to surround a hard nipple and pull hard and deep.

“Oh gods, yes!” she gasps as his fingers eagerly discover her innermost secrets, plunging in and out of her gripping hollow, building that pleasurable pressure inside her, stoking her need to be filled with something more substantial than his fingers. She holds onto him, her fingers pressing into his flesh as her legs open wider for him, in invitation both desired and involuntary. She wants him, her body wants him.

“Now, frak me now,” she pleads on labored breaths.

Gods, she wants him. Her hips move under him, meeting his stroking fingers. She wants his cock in her, filling her, making him a part of her.

“Frak me,” she groans as he moves to her unattended nipple. His fingers continue to work her wetness while his tongue thrashes the hard bead atop the soft mound. The fingers of his other hand close around her other breast and squeeze and mold it in time with his strokes below.

It is too much. She comes apart under him with a cry of his name, her body jerking and stiffening in an erratic rhythm. His hands leave her and she watches him through the haze of her orgasm as he grasps his cock, thick and full and positions himself. He wets the tip in her copious fluids, dipping just into her opening where they have pooled.

“Frak,” he moans and she watches him stroke his length with his hand, smoothing her creamy essence over his distended flesh.

Her body aches within at the sight. She feels empty. “I want you,” she tells him and watches his eyes spark brilliantly in the dark.

“Damn, woman, what you do to me,” he tells her then pushes his thickness into her tightness. He moans as he sinks deep, to the hilt, then again when he pulls out only to plunge deep again. Slow and steady at first. His eyes are closed and she struggles to keep her own open.

She loves the feel of him inside her, how it feels when he moves inside her, the rim of his broad head dragging against the walls of her sex. Her body responds to him so enthusiastically, a rush of wetness flooding out around him. ”Oh yeah,” she hears him murmur and smiles, feeling his body’s delight when he shivers and his fingers reflexively grip her thighs.

His eyes open then and he leans forward over her, his mouth covering hers in a slow, sexy kiss that leaves her breathless. His arms hook under her legs then and he holds her firmly declaring, “I’m gonna frak you hard.”

She moans her approval, her arms stretch out above her to press against the shelf at the head of the bed. “Do it,” she challenges and flexes her sex around him.

“Frak me,” he gasps then begins pistoning inside her.

She hears the slap of flesh on flesh, moans and gasps, heated whispers of words that would make either of them blush in the daylight. Words like cunt, pussy, bang, nail, cock, dick. Words that are almost poetic between lovers in the midst of passion. They’re both saying them, one in echo of the other as their desire spirals higher and higher. He reaches her absolute depths on each stroke, his cock probing her womb. He pounds her, making her breasts dance on her chest. He watches her, sees what he does to her. She feels as much as sees his eyes on her face and chest and sometimes on where their bodies are joined.

She gives herself completely over to him, is wild and wanton under him, encouraging him with taunting, graphic whispers, words she’d rarely used with lovers past. She begs him and challenges him in the same breath, wanting him to take her harder still. She wants him to let go and take her, give himself over to his need of her.

“That’s it,” she encourages and soon is squealing in delight as he leans forward, pushing her legs up onto his shoulders as he drags his cock against her most sensitive spot inside and his pelvis grinds against her clit on each thrust. His hands are pushing hard into the mattress at either side of her shoulders.

He watches her intensely as he fraks her, his woman and love. “Take me,” he rasps to her. “Take me.”

She places a hand against the side of his face and caresses him tenderly despite the wildness of their bodies. “Give it to me.”

“Oh yes,” he whispers a look of wonder on his lust-fixed features.

One hand reaches up for the shelf, the other for her hand. He grips the metal as his fingers lace with hers. He plunges hard and deep, making the mattress groan beneath them and her scream in delight. He possesses her with each stroke. Sweat pours off them both. They can both hear the erotic, wet smacking from between her thighs as he pumps her to a creamy froth.

Up the bed he fraks her. She plants her free hand against the shelf again to keep from running into it.

She feels so frakking good under him. Her body is humming with sexual need, her heart pounding with lust and love. “Now, now!” she urgently gasps, giving voice to her body’s need, her heart’s desire. “Now! Please! Cum!” she begs as she nears the precipice. She wants to feel him shoot inside her. So deep.

“Please! Frak!” she pleads then shouts his name as he pushes deep one last time and spills his hot load inside her spasming pussy. He groans and grunts as his body jerks, as his cock jerks inside her vise-like grip. His seed floods her, so thick, so frakking hot. She feels it and it sparks her tears. She cries in joy and wraps her arms around him as he eases her legs down to either side of them. He lays against her and lets her hold him then. He softens inside her as she caresses him, her hands moving over his back and shoulders, fingers sliding up and through the thick hair of his head on each round.

“I love you,” she whispers as she kisses his ear.

“I love you,” he replies and kisses her neck and shoulder.