violencejack

My last bit of porn was pretty dark and sadistic, so I felt it would be good to do something light. So, here it be:
It starts out innocently enough. I've stacked the pillows on my bed against the wall and am lying on them. She is lying on top of me with her back against my chest. Her hair tickles my nose when she laughs. We are watching "Shakespear in Love".
I like pulling her hair back and to the side, exposing her neck and her ear so I can kiss and nibble on them. It drives her wild. Sometimes, I will just breath slow and hot on the back of her neck.
My arms are wrapped around her. I can feel her body heat against me. Her perfume is like being wrapped in an exotic flower. When I look down at her I can see down the top of her shirt to her cleavage. She has the most perfect breasts, not too big or too small.
It's hard to imagine loving anyone more than her. Holding her like this brings a tear to the corner of my eye, unbidden. What I feel for her is like the sweetest, most beautiful obsession. I feel lost in her, yet somehow found.
We are at the part where Gwenneth is making out with that Italian guy. I nibble on her earlobe, then slowly kiss down the line of her jaw all the way under her chin, then up to her lips. Her eyes are dreamy as she kisses me back.
"We're missing it,"she says. So I stop the dvd and turn of the tv, then set the remote aside.
"I want to focus on you."
We share tiny kisses, lips barely touching, then more as the urgency grows. She twists herself around until we are face to face. Our lips part, tongues touching for a moment. Her eyes burn into mine, alive with desire. For a moment I get lost in her eyes.
"God, you're beautiful..."
I wrap my arms around her and twist her back around until her back is pressed against my chest, then move my hands up to her breasts. I can feel the lines of her bra through her shirt, so I nudge her forward enough that I can reach behind her and unclasp it, then slip it off. Her breasts are soft and warm in my hands as I massage them. The nipples gradually come erect. I trace their shape through her shirt with my thumbs.
Her hands slide down my waist to my hips and down my thighs, then back up. She interlocks her fingers behind my neck as I continue to gently work her nipples. She has to arch her back to pull this off, which pushes her breasts out farther. It also pulls her shirt up, exposing her midriff.
I slide my hands down to her jeans and unbutton them. She lifts her hips up into the air to help me slip her jeans off, then kicks them off her feet. She's got the cutest little shiny royal blue panties on.
"You know blue is my favorite color?"
She just laughs. I run one hand down her abs and under her panties, feeling her soft tuft of fluff. She opens her legs for me, and gasps as my fingers go past her well-groomed trail and wander into her slippery crevasse. Feeling how ready she is, I decide to take my time and draw lazy figure eights that go around her clit, down and around her opening, then back up to her clit again. Each pass around her clit makes her gasp and squirm a little. Each time I reach her opening I stick just the very tip of my finger inside her as her hips thrust into my hand. I give her a slow, easy warm-up like that, one hand on her clit, one on her breast, and my lips kissing her neck, earlobe and lips. Feeling her so aroused is driving me crazy.
Making her come with only my fingers just doesn't seem right, so I squirm my way out from under her and kneel between her legs off the edge of the bed. She looks so lovely lying there with her legs spread and a heated blush coloring her cheeks. Her hair is splaed across the pillow. Her eyes are alight with passion. Her pale skin is achingly beautiful. Her breasts jiggle enticingly with the rise and fall of her breathing. Her waist curves in from her ribs and out into hips that make me drool. Her little landing strip is like a centerpiece above her vagina. Her legs are smooth, sculpted masterpieces stretching to either side of me.
I dive face-first into her center, tongue-lashing her clitoris and working up and down her slit and into her opening. She tastes wonderful, like sex. Nothing else quite tastes like pussy. She rewards my eager tongue with a long, low moan that culminates in a full-body shudder as she climaxes. It is so good to hear her come. It tells me that I am doing good, giving her pleasure.
I lap at her some more, until her aftershocks subside, then crawl up on top of her until we are face to face again. My mouth is surrounded by her juices, but I kiss her anyway. I wonder if she can taste herself on me?
She pulls my shirt up over my head, then removes her own as I take off my pants. Then, I lie down on top of her and kiss her deeply as her chest presses into mine. I am so hard and she is so wet that I slip into her almost accidentally. She moans and wraps her legs around me, opening herself further to me and grinding her pelvis up into me. Our lovemaking becomes almost frantic for a few moments, it feels so good we can't control ourselves, but we slow down and come to a grinding rhythm that allows us to feel each thrust with an intensity of pleasure that borders on pain. When I push all the way inside her I can feel the tip of my member bottoming out on her cervix.
Being buried inside her like that is the best feeling in the world. I almost cease to exist, there is only the searing pleasure and her response. I feel her thrusting against me and hear her moans and try to flow with her, into her, feeding her pleasure.
I know I could flip her over and finish quickly doggy style, but I want her to come again. I want to look into her eyes as we each orgasm, and share that intensity with her. I want her to know that I love her, to feel that insanely fierce burning love that is like a tiny sun in my chest. So, I look into her eyes as I thrust inside her, and cradle her head in my hand and kiss her. She comes, again and again, and the beauty of it makes me want to cry. But, I feel that warm tingly sensation spreading out from the base of my cock, and it builds until it explodes out of me in a torrent of heat and energy.
Exhausted, I let myself fall onto my side beside her, and pull her close. We lay there like that, tangled, sweat mingling and breath heaving. And then we kiss, and I can't hold her tight enough to me or squeeze her hard enough, but she lets me try. My emotions pour out of me in an unfiltered torrent.
"Oh my god, I love you so much. I wish I could die right now, because nothing could ever be as perfect or as beautiful as right now, I couldn't take it, my heart would explode."
"Don't say that," she replies. "You can't die. I want you here with me."
I don't need to die. I have already found my heaven.