The Rendezvous - Part 2 of 3.

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With my tongue tip still buzzing your clit at a furious pace, I slide my fingers deeper, finding the jewelled surface of your g-spot. Your body quickly tells me when I have the pressure just right, and I begin to rapidly vibrate my fingers, curled and pressed snugly against you. You’re moaning hard now, head tossing from side to side, as my tongue and fingers lock into a frenetic rhythm, using my free hand to press my palm down across your pubic crest, fingers resting on your mound as your hips start to twist and press with more urgency, pressing firmly now to hold you down as my mouth stays mashed against you, and you’re starting to wail fuck yes fuck that’s so good oh fuck and now you’re using all your strength to push your hips against me in spasm and I hold you in place and your pussy is gushing and my forearm is on fire and I ignore the pain and I can feel what’s deep inside you and its racing toward the surface now and then you scream and I stiffen my fingers and hold them pressed inside you and I can feel the violent convulsions through my hand and your head is tossed back and your back is arched like an electric current is ripping through you and you scream again as another convulsion rattles and my tongue is fighting hard to stay on you and my fingers are still pressed and you’re shuddering uncontrollably and your orgasm keeps going and going and going and then, then the shudders fade, and now you’re falling back to the bed in a shiver, your body is relaxing and I’m slowing the speed of my tongue and fading the pressure in my fingers, and you’re drawing deep breaths and I’m gently kissing your pussy with my fingers still inside you, and I can feel my heart beating and your breathing slows and then the long, deep sigh that has been trapped inside you forever finally escapes your lips and suddenly I’m aware of the rumbling hum emanating from the air conditioning unit.

I fall back against the pillows, and you instinctively slide into me, pouring yourself into the mould cast in the nook of my shoulder. Our breathing falls into harmony, and we lie entwined as you recover. A shimmering, pagan beast –its two heads resting nestled against each other while a sea of eight limbs gently ebb and flow, washing over its skin, twin chests rising and falling in unison.

My hand moves its rhythm lower across you and our lips lock again. Deep. Passionate. The nervous excitement that flittered and buzzed earlier has all dissolved and drained away, now there is just the hurried flames of burning desire. You shift your hips and ease your legs apart and my hand finds you, silky and slick. I curl my palm over your mound and slowly slip two fingers across you, your swollen clit sliding up and down the track between them as I feather back and forth in a soft, rocking motion. Your moans tickle my lips each time they pass yours and spread across mine. I move my hand lower and curl my fingers, sliding easily into you, hugging the contour of your anterior wall, the ball of my hand now gliding across your clit as my hand rolls across you. Your mouth draws tighter against mine, tongue pressing harder, urgent, insistent, as my hand moves faster, firmer. I pull away to move my mouth back down to your glistening slit, but your eyes open and you grab my shoulders.

“I need you to fuck me.” A plea, half whispered, squeezed from the space between breaths.

My body hovers over yours and your fingertips gently trace the corded veins snaking across my arms, shoulders and chest. My cock is iron. A glistening droplet wells in the eye of the thick, purple head. The shaft is rigid and straining, a balloon about to burst, a taut blue vein striding its length. I guide my head across your slick clit, your mouth crimping into a silent O as I tease us both, rubbing a light, circular pattern on you that shivers in my balls. I ease my cock lower, resting it against your silky folds. Your eyes find mine and your hands slink up my arms in anticipation.

I push gently forward and you swallow my head and my whole being is suddenly focused inside a pinpoint and I feel your heat and the hunger in your grip and the tingling on the back of the ridge of the head of my cock as it’s sucked inside you. A smile dances across the corner of your mouth and I pause, framing our moment as our eyes embrace, then an unseen hand drags all the breath from both of us in a loud sigh and your eyes snap wide and I press our bodies firmly together and the only thing that exists in all the universe is right now being submerged in you.

The kiss is tender and warm, sweet with the celebration of being alive.

I tilt my pelvis back slightly, watching the sensation mirrored in the bliss which lights your face as I withdraw ever so slowly and stop, leaving just my throbbing head held inside you. Our moans harmonise on the next slow thrust, the soft cadence tailing as we mash, and grind. Again and again I ease my cock back, as if to draw breath, before plunging deep in a surging thrust, subtlety rotating and shifting with each stroke, your alternating gasps and whimpers further fanning the fire of my lust.

My arms anchor to the surface of the bed on each side of your head, palms splayed, and I roll into a deep, pounding rhythm. A slow-moving steam train –a hot, heavy, solid mass of steel and iron. A hypnotic thump reverberates into all four corners of the room. The jittery rattle of the alarm clock, vibrating violently on the bedside table, shakes to the beat.

“Fuck me harder, Please, fuck me’, you wail, fingers clenching like cat’s claws and burrowing into my chest, your nails biting into my skin.

Spurred on, I energise the intensity, fucking you harder, faster, my cock now pumping like a furious piston. A red mist of lust descends, and my heart starts to pound in my ears. A pearl of sweat tickles my nose and I fuck you harder still and there’s a dull slap each time my pelvis slams into yours and it forces a tiny grunt from your lolling mouth which is really cute because it sounds like you’re humming to the beat and the sharp ache in my balls each time they whip angrily against you and you’re moaning and crying out "don’t stop I’m going to come again oh God I’m going to come" and your fingers suddenly needle into my arms and your whole body tenses and you’re wailing and I mash myself hard against you and strain my hips and I’m pushing deep inside you and I feel your spasms violently rippling through my cock and I’m pressing down on you and you’re pushing up and you’re impaling yourself on me and your orgasm is still coming in waves and finally I feel it drifting away, and your body is relaxing, and my breathing calms, then your eyes focus on mine and I kiss you tenderly.