Finish Line

So u walk in, hips swaying as only u know how to do. I embrace you in my arms, your scent intoxicating. We kiss, slow and sensual, our bodies heating up instantly. We attempt to hold a conversation but it sounds like a bunch of gibberish as our minds are really focused on what our bodies are telling us. I stand u up before me and start undressing u. First your beater and shorts come off, revealing a matching orange and white bra and thong. Coupled with the tangerine colored heels, you present an image of flawless beauty . Pulling u closer to me, I start kissing you on your stomach as I wrap my arms around you and squeeze your round mound of brown. Instinctively my hands unhook your bra and I immediately start sucking on your pretty titties. Nibbling, licking, sucking from left to right. Simultaneously I slide your thong down, which is now drenched with your juices. Not wanting you to feel left out, I take my clothes off until both of us are naked except your 5 inch stiletto heels. Lying back onto the bed, I pull u onto me. You hover your sweetness above my dick, but it's too soon. I pull u up further until u are directly above my mouth. Slowly descending onto me, you spoon feed me with that goodness. As the feeling starts to evoke a pleasurable sensation, you find yourself grinding on my face, trying to hit that elusive spot with my tongue. The excitement is building up, causing you to go faster, as if my tongue is a raging bull that's trying to buck u off. Suddenly your legs shake uncontrollably as you release yourself, with me lapping up your juices that taste better than any kool-aid I've ever made. Climbing down from your personal wet'n wild ride, u slide down until your body is lying on top of mine. Reaching behind you, you put me inside of you and my body shudders from the sudden ecstasy that is permeating throughout me. Slow, deep strokes inside of you has me on edge, a feeling that can't be imitated anywhere else. I place my hands on your booty, squeezing it as u rise and lower yourself onto me. As the intensity increases, I speed up, desperately chasing a feeling that seems to be out of my grasp. You have now assisted me, bouncing on me as I'm temporarily paralyzed. As my breath shortens, I tell you not to stop. You can't hear me though because your body is sending signals telling you that you are close to the finish line. I tell you I'm coming. You tell me you are too. As the pace quickens, we both cross the line at the same time, holding each other close as the electricity continues to send sparks through our body. I kiss you, I hold you, and I thank you for a feeling like no other.

"Say goodnight, motherfucker"
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I awaken in a cold sweat, trying to catch my breath. Another nightmare. Fourth night in a row this has happened. I say a quick prayer and roll over on my side. Laying next to me is a different type of dream. My sweet dream. As I admire her sleeping frame, "he" awakens also.  Stretching, "he" looks over and sees that beautiful ass in a thong. Such a lovely visual it is. I try to roll back over but he wont allow me to. Something about this sweet dream he just has to explore. Flashbacks of previous sessions causes me to not fight the urge. I reach over and touch her back. Sexy. You ask me how can a back be sexy? If you saw it, you would understand. The arch in her back reminds me of Miguel's "Arch & Point" song, because when I see her "arch" he "points" in that direction. I try to respect her sleeping, but knowing what lies dormant in her I refuse to deprive myself. I'm lucky that she is laying in an awkward position. Right leg bent up to her stomach, left leg straight down. This allows me full access to her sweetness. I take a deep breath, as if I'm going down under into the sea of abyss. And to be honest, it's kind of the same thing. Her light snore lets me know that my movements haven't interfered with her dreamworld. Moving her thong to the side ever so gently, I stick out my tongue, my taste buds receiving the shock of their life. Never have I ever tasted something so sweet. Fear overcomes my body briefly, afraid that I will contract diabetes with a few more licks. 'We all gotta die from something' I tell myself as I slide my tongue inside her. After the third plunge I hear her moan. Almost instinctively she slides back into my face, and I gladly accept her offering. Now that she is awake I turn her onto her back so I can put on my best performance, and thankfully she obliges. I start off with slow, long licks up and down her pussy. After the sixth lick it's as if the knob was broken on the faucet because her juices are now all over my face. "Aaaaah, tastes like kool-aid" I think to myself as I continue to alternate between long licks and plunges. By now she is fucking my tongue and I am trying to touch all of her spots. Her hand on my head, she pushes me in deeper, trying to direct me to that one spot that most guys don't reach. Her hips are rotating, her clit is pulsating. She tells me don't stop and I obey her. Her legs start to tremble, fueling my passion to please her. She gasps for air, arches her back and begs for me not to stop. "I have no intention to" I secretly tell myself as I crack the access code to her fountain. As a kitten laps away at his milk in order to survive, I drink from her nectar as if its the key to life itself. She empties her honey, her body drained at this point. I grab ahold of her, pullin her close to me. I tried to just cuddle with her but "he" has a different agenda. Without any assistance from me "he" enters her, as if he's an anaconda gliding into a pool. The way he feels inside of her evokes emotions out of me that have been dormant for a long time. Feelings that no other woman could conjure up. Am I complaining? Hell no. I'm in a land of ecstasy at this point. Just as soon as I start to feel the rumble deep within me, he exits and sends a message to my brain to pull her on top of him. Not wanting to be hardheaded(which is ironic at this point) I obey his orders. As she rides me I can't help but think about how much I love her. And as my heart starts to swell, this feeling starts to spill out into the rest of my body. Following my blood stream, it heads down south. I feel it moving slowly like hot lava running down the side of a monstrous volcano. Unable to control it, I find myself erupting. As the lava spews out into her atmosphere, she releases her own combative juices, causing me to spasm inside of her from the feeling of complete fulfillment. She falls on top of me, exhausted. I wrap my arms around her as she falls asleep. He starts to slowly withdraw himself, as a feeling equivalent to nigga-itis overtakes him. No longer able to hold on to reality, I fall into a deep sleep, thinking that the dreamworld could never compare to my reality.