Page 81 of The Fed Sex Man

I’d never been in such an intimate embrace. Having his firm cock between us while we kissed drove me wild with desire.

Our mouths parted.

I couldn’t wait another second to feel him inside me. Pressed between him and the bed, I slid along the length of his body until my wet panties were all that prevented him from entering me. I kissed his chest while I writhed against his cock, further fueling my passion with each thrust of my hips.

I wanted him so badly I ached.

He forced his arm between us and clenched his stiff dick in his fist. After pulling my panties to the side, he guided himself into my throbbing mound.

His girth entered me, inch by inch, until I was filled with his stiffness. Our bodies merged. His naked chest melted into mine.

With our desire-filled eyes locked, we thrust our hips against one another in perfect timing. With each rhythmic stroke, the freshly-shaved flesh above his cock bumped against my clit, sending an electric jolt throughout my entire body.

Our bodies were making music. Somehow, we both knew the tempo, and were dancing to it as if we’d done so many times in the past. It was passion, defined. He was giving me all he had to offer, and I was eagerly accepting it into my warmth.

He pushed himself into me fully and paused. A hint of his cologne-laced sweat found its way into my nose. At that same instant, he pressed his mouth to mine.

Our tongues touched. My body tensed.

My pussy clenched his cock like a vise. The tips of his fingers dug into the flesh of my back, pulling me hard against him.

Without sharing so much as a word during our love-making session, we reached climactic bliss together, as one.

Tremors shot through me with each wave of pleasure the orgasm brought with it. His breathing became choppy. At the height of my breathless climax, he erupted deep inside of me.

I was so filled with euphoria, I felt like crying. When the sensation eventually subsided, he collapsed against me. I listened to his breathing until it became less labored and rhythmic. I wondered if he listened to mine.

I wrapped my arms around him. Hoping to make the moment we were sharing last forever, I held him against me. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, each satisfied so deeply that speaking of our accomplishment bore no measurable value.

I opened my eyes, not knowing how much time had passed. He lifted his head. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He kissed me softly.

When our mouths parted, I gave fair warning. “Be careful,” I breathed. “It was a kiss that started this.”

He looked me over with admiring eyes as he traced the tip of his finger along the edge of my clavicle. “I think we should start and stop with a kiss. Every time.”

Upon hearing those words, my heart melted.

I agreed wholeheartedly. Starting and stopping with a kiss was perfect. Conveying my thoughts verbally, however, was going to be impossible. A big wad of emotion was trapped in my throat and it wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

Trying to speak through it would undoubtedly bring tears, and I wasn’t interested in being that girl.

Incapable of replying, but feeling the need to do or say something, I lifted my head and pressed my lips against his.

I once read that a kiss can say what words cannot.

I prayed it was one of those times.