love lust

incense clouds

the shimmering

flicker of flame

in the pungent room

as they lay

back to front

in the almost dark

softly spooning

in incremental

arousal

stirred through

cheekskin

and hair

softly

grinding

on temples

rubbing;

breasts

slow-motion

kneaded,

hands caressing,

gradually

meandering

along contours

into crevices

and moist cracks

and his chesthair

rubbing her

forward creeping,

arching back,

her buttocks

pressing inevitably

upandback

into his

hardening penis

which

rubs against

the soft pillows

of her ass

caressing

his thighs

and abdomen

and stiffening him

forward also.

their bodies

undulate in

rhythmic waves

of delighted,

soothing

confluence,

and slow

dancing still

against

each other

they shift arms

and twist her round

to face,

and kiss deeply:

tongues in teeth

on lips,

deliciously

biting gentle

painsandpleasures. 

allatonce she

slides her hands

down his pecs and ribs

then round back

down low and

drags her nails

from the line

of his spine

to meet

at the front

of his goose

bumped belly

and as he grabs

her boob

in his hand and

wide sucking,

tongue flitting,

mouth.

she reaches

down

two fisted

and takes

high-low hold of

his cock and balls.

he reaches

around

below her arms,

his finger

homing

down to

and into

her crotch

and he finds

the wet crease

in her pussy

and dips

in and up

and swirls the tip

of his digit

around the edges

of her inner lips

and near her clit.

they play a

panting duet

with each others

organs

delicately

fingering round

each others head

whilst looking

lustcrazed into

each others eyes.

he reaches

one hand back

to surreptitiously

grab the small

oil bottle

from the night table,

not stopping

the warm

wet movement

with his other hand

until he joins it

at the mouth

of her vagina

pausing

momentarily

to lubricate

his fingers

and slip them back

inside

to slide around

the outer

and inner labia

before firmly

taking

gentle hold

of her now

pouting lips.

pinching

soft pressure

between

thumb and

finger and

gliding round

her opening,

circling up

to the top

of the crack

where he slides

his fingers over

the bunched up hood

and presses down

carefully and slowly

till he feels a

gristly  wiggle

beneath his fingertip.

he strums

an oily slow

vibrato

bass chord

down low

with this hand

while softly

fingering

her nipple

in harmony

up high

with the

other.

she starts 

to fade

into the

distracting

luxurious

electricsex

vibration

loosening

her grip

on his cock

but then

gets hold

within herself

then out

around

his member

and pushes

through

the sensual

buzz/ache

to grab

the bottle

too.

soon she is

slip sliding

shiny sleek

up and down

his penis and

round and about

his scrotum

and thighs

and acting out

the feel

of her own

pussy pleasure

through her greasy

hands on him.

she grabs his shaft

firmly twisting

as she pulls,

she cups and

kneads his balls.

she pumps faster

as his strum

over her clit

starts to flutter

and flicker

delicately

maddenly

lusciously

lightly.

he starts

to murmur

then moan.

she lets out

a happy long

teeth clenched

noise.

they shudder

together

then pause

abruptly

breathing 

heavily.

holding on…

deep sighs…

broad smiles…

then she

startle-jumps,

one hand firmly

on his member, the

other reaching

for his shoulder

she suddenly

shoves him

away and back

pulling her bottom

from his hand

and mounting herself

up on the saddle

holding the horn

swinging her

free hand

and pressing 

her cunt

against the back

ridge of his cock

she rocks forward

above him.

eyes sparkling

with a wicked grin

in the candle light

and leans back

to show her

shiny breasts

pulling his joy stick

against herself

he reaches up

to rub her nipples

with his thumbs

and she seems

to resonate inside

between the

sweet frictions

high and low

and takes some time

eyes closed

to grind

in this groove…

and then breaks

his arms free,

grabs his hands

and pins them back

behind his head

while

schmeering her

chest down onto his.

then she backs

up slightly

and tantalizingly

begins to brush

his upper torso

with tips of her tits

and pulls herself

very slowly down

to his belly

then to his pubes

then to his penis

which she rubs

languorously

against

her softest self.

he is supinely

passive

as she puts him

in her mouth

one hand underneath

the other softly pumping

and runs her tongue

along the ridge

of his head

and then sucks firmly

on the top

of his popsicle…

he wants only this forever…

(or, for at least a little longer while) :

tight grips, firm lips,

his dick

surrounded

in high pressured

pleasure

he watches in

blissful recline

and then gets

bombarded with

inner pictures

of other sensualities

to come and

overwhelmed

by a burning desire

to taste

her pussy

and bury his face

in her crotch

he rouses himself

and her by pulling

her gently up from

his cock to his mouth

to taste the oily musky

smell of his own organ

on her breath while

kissing her deeply.

and then a wrestler’s flip

in a surge of

sexy dominance

and he’s holding

her down

kissucking

her neck, and

breasts and belly

and running his tongue

up her inner thighs

till he is mouth to mouth

with her puckered pussy

he brings the tip of his

nose to just below the

edge of her mons

he breathes in her funk

moistens his lips

and kisses her full

and soft and wet

on her vaginal mouth

smooching lovingly

before lapping his

tongue broad and flat

against her lips and

up over the hoodie

and down and around

and around and down…

and firm and pointy

in and out

and harder around

the edges and then with

two fingers slipped

(snuggly) inside

he pulls the covering back

and flits butterfly

wing tongue

flicking

ever so softly

barely tickling

the surface of her button

fluttering till his jaw

begins to stiffen…

he notices

her legs widen,

he feels

her hands

press his head

and he  leans

forward making

firmer contact

with her clit

sucking it in

gently massaging

flat tongue rubbing

soft and firm…

and suddenly

quite quickly

he is

buzz brushing

the bare surface

with mid tongue

while pressing

the two fingers

in, up, and forward

she writhes

in near

painpeeingpleasure

she grabs his hair

afraid to wet herself

and him in this

too ecstatic

moment:

come inside

she says

as much to ease

the happy torture

as to get it on

in a different way…

and he looks up

both self satisfied and

mildly disappointed

to have probably

gone too far

too fast

and now a little

(too?)

eager to 

let his wild

wet dog

go home…

he kneels

knees splayed

reverentially

at her vestibule,

her legs

wide open

to receive

his achy full

blooded bone,

he guides

the glistening

head between

the glimmering

turgid petals

of her obscenely

swollen flower…

at the stretch

of the opening

he stops to linger

and tease and let

the nerve endings

notice the spreading

of the way…

and inside she

can feel the

girth of his shaft

surprisingly well:

a smooth thick mass

slowly filling a space

that was not empty

but is now deeply

and densely

crowded

with him…

he dips down

very gradually

to the bottom

of his thrust

and raises up her knees

to open her slightly more

and go ever so

slightly further in…

and he can feel her

creamy velvet

pocket close tightly

around his cock

in an tender

rush of excitement

that takes him

to a surge

of pleasure

that makes him

back off his 

next push

before overwhelm

overtakes him

he pulls back

a little now

pumping

slightly

shallower

grinding a

slow rhythm,

taking and finding

his time.

she’s patient,

open, relaxing

into it,

rising up

to meet

the down stroke

slowly adding

to the cadence

with her own

counter beat.

and now they

start to build

the tempo

and breathe

and slide

and pump

and hold

and bump

and caress

and grind

and reach

and bend

and stretch

and twist

and rotate

and grab

and touch

each other

together:

before arriving

inside each

other’s lap

holding on close

face to face

chest to chest

arms and legs

wrapped

she sitting upon him

sitting inside her

and swaying

fused and

skin

merged

and totally

hugging

and rocking

up and back

and out and in…

and feeling so

completely

close

and with

each other

for quite

some

wonderful

long

time

together

then rolling

over slow

on side

inside

each other:

still

and after a bit

he asks her

what is today’s

final pleasure

and she answers

from behind

and

(after a pause)

he flips her

over powerfully

and grabs her

pelvic bones

to pull her prone

body frog legged

across the bed

leaving her

bottom

hanging off

the very edge.

and he stands

on the floor

towering

above her

and lifts

her  ass

to meet  his penis

she kneels

on the mattress,

grabs pillows

to prop her torso,

reaches her hand

between her legs

to touch herself,

and he pushes into

her vagina and tilts

down to scrape the

front wall leaning

hard against her

soft behind…

And immediately

they fall into

a different

rhythm:

now the beat is fast

and soon relentless

now their bodies

auto pilot

at a pace

to race

to a feverish

end

now he leans forward

into the pounding grind

now he reaches

to fondle/squeeze her breasts

his strong legs driving

his cock hard and deep:

now he pumps his

balls and thighs

against her buttocks

now each thrust

grinds down inside

now they are

both riding

headlong

to their own

body’s

rapture:

now she’s

hum-groaning

from low

in her throat

fingers numbly

frozen at the

outside rubbing

as the almost hot

vibrating glow

from her clit

and G spot

begins to obliterate

all other sensation

moaning out 

an irradiation

that is spreading

waving through her body

flushing through to her

extremities,

washing through her

inside out.

she is coming…

he is going on…

now he’s grunting,

crying out

now he pulls her legs up

and leaning all his weight

still pumping,

thumping, grinding

into her bottom

into spasm jerking

from the exploding end

of his bursting cock

to his buckling knees

to his rubbery arms

unable hold him up

he is gone

And he falls full

upon her back

a blanket:

love comforter

for a few minutes

still…

together…

till her breath

is labored

and he fears

to crush her

and he rolls off still

panting and throbbing

but softly

and they are still

together

still

Paul Bukovec 2005