Sunlight streams through the open curtains and casts her in light as he moves towards her, fingers stretched out to cup her face. His lips land on hers like soft pillows, kissing once, twice, thrice before his urgency takes over. The tip of his tongue traces hers and he feels the smile of her against his skin. She tastes the chocolate on his tongue from his tongue, wondering when he has to time to snack when she briefly slipped out of the sheets. One of his hands moves down her body, searching her curves for a better grip. Her arms tangle around his neck, pulling him closer, her head dipping and dipping to taste him deeper.

The delicate tips of her fingers brush through his hair before roaming his shoulders, feeling his muscles tense up as he lifts her into his arms. Instinctively, immediately, her legs wrap around his body with a firm hold, crossing her ankles in fear of slipping away. The palms of his hands are firmly planted on her ass, pulling her close as his fingers dig into the softness of her. She sighs into his mouth, one hand finding the back of neck. She draws him closer like her next breath as he moves backwards and lets them fall on the couch. She unhooks her legs and straddles him, not stopping the dance of their tongues. He tastes sweet and soft, warm and familiar. Everything in his touches drags her closer to him. She tastes like skin after the sun and he nips on her lips, inhaling her scent as his tongue glides along hers. Slowly, her hands move over his body. His shoulders and down his arms, up and down his chest, pulling on his shirt to tug him closer and closer because she wants to feel it all, all of him against her.

His hands wander from her ass up her back, dragging along her body and pressing her into him. Every time his hands grab her a bit stronger, he melts against the tenderness and loses himself in the feeling of her. Their kiss deepens again, the faint hint of chocolate still on the tip of his tongue as she kisses him and tastes the mix of his treat and his personal taste that drives her crazy every time she seals her lips with his. The soft fabric of the couch rubs against her legs as she presses herself against him.

He’s so aware and unaware at the same time, the way her body molds against his. Her legs fitting on his lap, her arms fitting around his body, his hands fitting against her skin, their mouths fitting together, his groin fitting against her hips. And yet each touch, each brush, each trace, makes him forget about it all. He loses the trail of thoughts, the awareness. Everything melts away as her tongue slips between his lips again and he hears a quiet sigh and hum from her.

He can make her feel like this. He’s the one making her feel pleasure by just touching her and not even touching her deep. He feels the way her hips sway over his, the pressing of her body, the forming need inside of her. He’s responsible for the way she feels and this feeling intoxicates him, floods him like a thousand seas. His emotions take over and his hands come up behind her head, holding her firm as he kisses her with passion and desire.

With a little tremble she melts beneath his kiss, her body moving softly as her fingers tug on his shirt. One swift moment later his bare chest is pressed against her, the heat of his body wrapping her in comfortable delight. A little smirk tugs on his lips as his hands come up around her waist and glide a over her shirt, pinching her nips. She moans softly against his face and he swallows the sound with his lips, kissing her deeper and deeper as his hands play with her tits. He notices the change of her breath, the heat forming against his hands and groin. He wants her, now.

His left hand holds her by the back of her neck, keeping her face so close to his as he stares into her eyes, burning for her. For the first time since they sat down he takes in her flushed cheeks and fluttering lashes, her pouty pink lips and the slightly raised brows. Her needy look. So sweet, so sexy, so perfect. He kisses her again, sucking her lip between his and lightly biting her as his right hand slides between them. The sweet flavor surprises her once more. He frees his cock and pulls her panties aside before gliding his hand back over her ass, lifting her up so she can slide down on him. With a gasp against his lips she lowers her hips, his cock slipping inside her tight wetness and she starts to move, gripping his arms tightly.

Her nails dig into his skin and her head dips backward as he kisses and licks down her neck to her nipples, his beard scratching along her skin and sending shivers down her spine. She moves faster and faster, his hips coming up to meet her. The slapping of their bodies echoes through the room, together with their moans and groans. He sucks on her nips, tugging hard, loving the way she arches into his touch and his hands land on her ass with firm spanks. Music to his ears. Frantic movements of her hips signal her nearing climax and he grabs her harder as he pounds into her from below, not stopping until she’s whimpering and squeezing her eyes in pleasure. She pulsates around him and squeezes him tight, only encouraging him more and more. He doesn’t stop, some newfound energy buzzing through his body.

It doesn’t take long for her to cum again, moaning into his shoulder this time as he drills into her, his balls slapping against her cheeks. He slows down for a bit, giving her time to breathe. He kisses her neck and brushes his hands along her body, feeling the heat radiating from her. He smiles and bites his lip as he thinks about the amount of pleasure they can give each other and his dick twitches in response. She moans, he does it again, using his muscles to play with her. She grinds down on him, pleasure uninterrupted, lightly biting into his shoulder as she rubs herself on him over and over. He encourages her, whispers in her ear, her eyes roll back back and she shatters around him once more with big waves of pleasure crashing inside her center. She feels herself throbbing and dripping and he doesn’t waste a second, thrusting up into her through the contractions of her pussy, getting gripped tightly by her walls as he hunts his own release. Her lips find his just in time, just before he spills himself inside her. With his forehead pressed against hers, he tenses up and pushes deep inside her, feeling his balls emptying and mixing his arousal with hers. Her arms are tightly wrapped around him, holding him as close as can be, his arms mirror the action. They catch their breath, smiling at each other and feeling their connection as their bodies cling together as one.