Intense

Intense… one word to describe it all. That one word spoke volumes in her mind. It was the only clear thought she had. Her hands were gripping the sheet, almost to the point of ripping. Her back was arched, eyes tightly shut. Neci’s mouth was slightly parted - deep moans were seeping out. She couldn’t move her legs, that wasn’t an option. They were being held down firmly, by her lover. His face was planted intently in the junction of her thighs. His tongue ring working fiercely along with his tongue bringing her to another peak. It was too intense… she accidentally ripped the.

Andre was finally pulling away. Too weak to even lift her head, Neci laid still trying to regain some of her energy. Smirking at her, he went to clean up, giving her a few moments to get her bearings. She was spent. Running water could be heard in the bathroom; he would be back soon… to finish. Then she felt pressure on the bed. On all fours he was over her, kissing his way up her body, hitting those mini erogenous zones. She was getting hot again. Soon he reached her lips, and captured her mouth in a heated kiss. Slowly parting her thighs, Andre was rubbing himself against her still slick and swollen center. Not able to take the teasing, she tilted her hips a bit and caught the head in her hole.

“Please.”

He pushed in gently. This was their first time together. It had been a while since they were with someone else. And in the mix of all the confusion in their minds, that one word popped up again… intense. He was still kissing her, still inching his way inside her, still losing himself within her: physically, emotionally.

Her arms were around him, pulling, begging, urging him to come more within her, to be one with her. They broke for air, her head falling back as he finally hit home. He was breathing heavily against her neck. They moved together like long time lovers, as if they been doing this for years. His mouth was seeking out hers once again. The kiss ever passionate, ever demanding. It spoke volumes between them; no words were needed. The word… That one word defined it all, they both knew.

Andre dominated her, pulled her upon his lap, and moved her on top of him. His hands never left her skin; his lips followed suit. Their eyes locked. The spark sent shocks and goose bumps all through them. Neci was always the first to look away.

It felt endless, intensely endless. Every peak left her weaker than the last yet more energized. Each time she molded herself to him more until they were chest to chest. With her head on his shoulder, and her arms around his back, she trailed her lips across neck leaving love bites all over.

Still moving together, still one with the other, still intense. She could feel his orgasm approaching. His deep groan and the intense throbbing were all red warning lights. He didn’t want it yet, tried to fight it back. It was no use. She helped him to his peak, squeezing him tightly, whispering sweet words to pull him over the edge. She went right along with him.

They were holding each other, covered in sweat, breathing heavily, and still that one word resounded in their minds. He pulled her down to the bed and covered them with the sheet. It was what they wanted, pasted their expectations.

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