Contorted

Sometimes he pushes me up against the door frame or the wall and makes his intentions known. Or he appears beside me on the sofa and kisses me, his lips soft at first, then hard, then his tongue teases mine and our mouths melt together. We stand and move into each other, and I can feel his thick cock through his jeans. My hand moves over his length through the fabric and I squeeze him as we kiss.

Unbuttoning his pants, I slide them down his hips and slip my fingers into his shorts, grazing his balls and wrapping my hand lightly around them and his cock. I feel him sigh against me as my hand moves between his thighs. All these years later I'm still learning his body, learning what he likes the most, learning how to tease him in new and different ways.
Before too long we're both undressed and moving toward the bed. I straddle him in reverse, my hips across his chest. With both hands I push his cock down toward his feet as I stroke my hand tightly over the shaft, avoiding his head at all costs. I nuzzle into him and my lips nip softly at his balls. Touching him this way is new for me, an experiment that pays off in his increased arousal and my increased sense of control.

But it's not just me at work, as I feel his thumbs press into the sensitive skin around my holes. Just as I avoid his most sensitive spot, he avoids mine, teasing and taunting me with his fingers. I feel him dip into my slickness, but it's still a momentary torment, and instead of the pleasure of penetration I feel the tickle and titillation.

With more force I push his cock away from me, and the angle makes him harder. His moans and breath come faster and his balls tighten up into his body. With force he pulls me to his face, finally teasing my hole and my clit and all the focus and resolve I've had focused on him is lost. I'm lost. It's all I can do to simply hold onto him and moan my happiness into his skin.

After he's made me come and my moans turn to pants and whimpers and cries, I pull my self from him, slip down his body and sink onto him. Our bodies contort into a complicated X and the angle works magic for both of us, our hands clawing each other's bodies, grasping for purchase. I ride, he bucks, and we fuck each other hard and deep.

I'm close. He's close. We shift until he pins me to bed, my legs wrapped around his waist, and drives into my cunt with serious intent. Each thrust strokes my clit, pushing me close to the edge until it's inevitable and the pressure dissolves into spasms beyond my control. For once, and it's rare, my orgasm brings his on and I feel him grow inside me, splitting me wider until his ultimate explosion subsides. We throb around, inside, and among each other until our breathing settles down and our pants and groans dissolve into kisses and giggles.

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