The calm after the storm

Late at night, the temperature rises, I unbutton my shirt, she watches me, slowly thinking of the things she has planned for me, she pins me down on the corner of the bed, tells me to she wants to be dominated. I look into her eyes and I know that she is for real…I rip the panties off her buttocks and nuzzle my face into her sweet juices, working my way in and out of her warm cocoon as she squeezes her legs, leaving me no room for air, no room to breathe. I throw her off me and pull down my pants…..

She jumps on me. It scared me so I almost threw her off. Her brown fingers are lunging for the package between my legs. She grips and squeezes as if she was trying to unscrew a bottle; damn what a painful pleasure. Realizing that I was still mad at her, I tried to force her off of me. I squirmed around, trying to avoid the pure sensation and wetness from gliding onto my dick. I was not trying to go there in the midst of the ongoing drama. Then I got tired of fighting.
She lays a kiss on my cheek and makes me look at her; absorb the passion of the forbidden fruit. She is whispering in my ear but at that moment I was lost, hovering above the room, high off pain, passion, and lust. She relaxes, licking around my lips as she led me inside a warm wet place.

Her body slowly rocked, keeping a tempo of a sexy song playing inside her head. I fought some more. I did not want to cum; refuse to give her my seed. But that shit was feeling so good. Heat rises from the base to the top, crippling my muscles as the beginning of the flood seeps out from its home. I try to move but she holds me down, planting her wetness deeper inside me. She cried out in pleasure and pumped faster as I exploded in her. She is shaking, as she wipes the sweat and saliva from her mouth.

We both slump over. We remain this way as we stare into each other’s eyes. Her hands drifted across her sweaty breasts. She wipes her mouth once again, but this time she places her fingers in my mouth to taste her wrath. She then rolls over next to me.

We lay there as if we were screwed into the ground.