I’m laying on my back. Neither of us have any clothes on. And you are slowly eating my pussy and my arms are over my head. My hair is wild and everywhere. I alternate between gasps and sighs and moans of pleasure. The ceiling fan gently turns. Then you look up at me. I can feel myself smiling. Slowly you begin the climb up my body, never looking away, trailing your hands up my ribs, up my arms, until your hands are covering my own. And you look at me for a moment, fingers interlacing, your eyes reflect a deep liquid love, and I wrap one of my legs around you as you slide, slide, slide inside me. So slow, so very sexy. This is not my typical thing, but, for this evening…. it’s just right.
tara caribou | ©️2018