Her body vibrated with sexual energy, waiting to be released. She felt her lover’s tongue slowly run along the line of her slit, tasting and feeling how soft and ready she was. She nearly suffocated him with her pressing hips and gripping thighs, but she could only feel how his breath came quicker and hotter every moment of her ecstasy, assaulting her sensitive clit with even more delicious sensation.
A slight yelp escaped her as his fingers pinched her hardened nipples, but it quickly turned into a loud, drawn-out groan. It crescendos as her pleasure began to overtake her, her impending orgasm tightening within her like a string ready to snap, and her pitch rose nearly to scream with her want of release.
Just before she could release herself from her torment and fall to a glorious climax, he withdrew his tongue from her soaked pussy and released her flushed breasts from his sensual grip.
Her ascent halted, leaving her stranded between worlds. With a lusty and desperate look, she led him to not stop, begging him to shove his skilled tongue back into her slippery cunt, and let her bathe it with her feminine cum. Paralyzed from his lack of action, she could only watch his smirking face over hers. She breathlessly tried to get up, in order to show him that he would give her what she wanted no matter what, but he held her down by her arms.
Consciously, she was confused as to why he had stopped her. Instinctually, she complied, for her body knew what was coming. Her mind raced with a thousand thoughts as he positioned himself between her legs, a thousand concerns as he stared down her sweaty form, a thousand reasons to stop him before he went too far. But all those thoughts evaporated as she felt the tip of his manhood pressing against her thin maidenhood.
Her hymen bowed as the head of his cock pressed against it. She looked down at the danger threatening her virginity, his menacing veined shaft, then back up to her lover’s caring eyes. Within them burned a passion and desire she had never seen before. Gentle, yet intense. Caring, but powerful. Calculating, but feral.
He held himself against her last barrier, the final door between their complete union of body and soul. He held himself as his muscles quiver and strengthened for his entry into her innocent body. He held himself, even though had to fight off the desire to thrust deeply into her, to steal away her sacred title, and to ravage her unwilling body, with every fiber of his being. He held himself, and looked into her eyes, into her soul, searching for her answer.
She looked into herself, past the temporary desires and lusts, and into what she truly wanted.
She leaned up to his ear, and softly whispered a single word.
“Yes…”
As the word left her sweet lips, his passions became unleashed. He pulled his hips back, and in the split second between the initial pull and the first thrust, time stopped for the two lovers. The only earthly thing binding them together was their eyes, as their souls had already become one. With a single motion, he pierced her guarded maidenhood without effort, as if it was her hymen instead that allowed his passage.
There was no pain within her as he sunk deep down, but all the while they took not a single breath. An eternity passed within a moment as his flesh entered hers, and her body grasped his. When, at long last, he felt the end of her passage, the entrance to her now awoken womb, the full feeling of the moment caught up with them, making their eyes wide with awe.
The boy’s whole body shivered, though his entire body felt as though on fire. Within the folds of his lover, his dick was instantly gripped by her yearning walls. As he slid into her, his engorged member penetrated through the most perfectly soft and warm flesh.
Silk was coarse in comparison to the delicate channel he thrust into. Fire could only weakly smolder beside the inferno that caressed his member in soft waves. Water would envy the most succulent moisture that coated the entire length of his shaft. The heartbeat of his lover surrounded him, beating all about him, around his entire being and existence.
The girl’s eyes were searching, yet they saw nothing. As her inner walls quivered in anticipation, her pussy was suddenly filled fully with his driving cock. While he sank further and further into her burning pussy, she felt his most perfect flesh. Steel was brittle when matched against his unbreakable manhood.
Earth held no force as powerful as the unstoppable thrust of his hips. Air’s softest caresses could not compare to the unending smoothness of his shaft sinking deeply into her being. The heart of her lover filled her, pulsing entirely within her, within her entire essence and soul.
He wrapped his arms around her. She wrapped her legs around him. Together they heaved, they moaned, they rutted wildly into each other. Her sexual juices flooded around his pounding manhood in the torrent of their pace, spilling between their grinding, pumping forms. Their burning breaths assaulted each other, gusting across the other’s hot moist flesh. Moans played in the air, the pitches of ecstasy, the measures of love, the base of instinct. Together they joined, and together they climbed closer towards ultimate release.
Her body now welcomed her lover’s intrusion, even inviting him further into herself. The walls of her sex gripped harder around his shaft, waving along its pulsing length and bidding him to sink deeper into her writhing body. Deep inside herself, she felt the familiar pressure building, obscuring her entire body and mind with its suppressing weight. She raked her nails down his tense back, her own hips pumping upward to meet his feverous thrusts as her wild body commanded her.
His heart beat loudly with the effort he brought upon his lover. Gripping her tightly in his arms, his entire existence rested upon being within her. Deeper, deeper, his feral mind implored him, deeper into her virgin form. With each downward stroke, he felt the head of his member kiss the back of her spasming channel. A perfect fit, as they were made for one another, for this moment, for all time.
The tempo of his thrusts began to accelerate; the strength of each stroke started to crescendo. His lover wiggled and moaned under him, and as his hand gripped her firm breasts her sexual struggle doubled, and her pleasurable scream pierced her long moan as his fingers played across her hard nipples.
The music of their love echoed through the room. The melody of their voices rang out, rising and falling with the waves of their uninterrupted motion. The base of his groan accentuated the notes of her dynamic moan. The beat of time was set by the pumping, the grinding, the gripping and teasing, the slapping and sliding of flesh on flesh. Every element served to hasten their pace, to beckon their impending fortissimo, to reach their ultimate finish.
Together.
Suddenly, they started their final ascent. Her moan, a long waving note punctuated by thrust-induced breaths, rose higher. His hips, having established a steady rhythm of long thrusts, thrust faster. Muscles tightened. Minds clouded. Souls united. They, united in all but flesh, felt that their final separation would soon be at an end. With that realization, they became frenzied in their motions.
She writhed and gripped at him blindly, without any care other than trying to hold onto anything of this world. He stabbed her, once mostly shallow strokes, then only one powerful lunge after another. They hugged tightly, having nothing else to hold onto but each other.
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