Snuggled up and happy,
Feeling each other’s warmth.
Giving in a kiss,
Feeling what’s sought.
Soft languid passions,
Pour from soul to soul.
Love laced with lust,
Pleasure our collective goal.
Hands feeling out,
Fingers please with touch.
Pushing in and pulling off,
The tension builds so much.
Your wet salvation given,
As my hardness fills your hand.
Cumming for each other,
Natural design no grand plans.
Snuggled up and happy,
For we know what we like.
And that won’t be the last time,
We cum for each other tonight.
I want to be infected,
By swapping spit with you.
I want your saliva,
Mixed in with my goo.
I want you licking precum,
Lapping it off my head.
I’m going to watch you drool,
With not one thought of dread.
I’ll push my face between your thighs,
I’ll lick up along your slit.
I’ll suck on your little nub,
Coat your glistening lips with spit.
Our juices and saliva,
Will mix as I enter your hole.
Infection isn’t the only aim,
I have another goal.
I want to make you cum,
I want your fever caused by me.
Corona can wait it’s turn,
I want to fuck you harder than Covid 19.
I push forward, pushing you back towards the bed, as we reach the edge you drop back and lie looking up at me. I’ve waited a long time to be here, to be with my dream come true again. I climb onto the bed above you and kiss you softly, I kiss your lips, your cheek, your ear and lick around and down to your neck. You scrunch down as my beard tickles you, but I growl and bite your shoulder playfully. My hand roams again from your waist up to cup your pert little breast, but I want to feel you, not your sweatshirt. So I lift myself up and bring you with me and once we’re up I pull your sweat and t shirt up and off over your head. You’re wearing the pretty little pink and blue bra, I ponder if you have the matching panties on, but I’m not really worried as they won’t be on for long if you do.
You reach up and lift my t shirt off, you softly kiss my broad bare chest as I reach around you to undo your pretty little bra. You lie back again and leave the bra in my hands. You’re a vision to behold, pert little breasts with hard shrivelled little nipples. I drop the bra and kiss down from your lips to your neck, to your chest, mouthing my way to suckle and lick around those taut tight buds. You gasp and clutch my head, no one has done this since I was last with you, no one gives you what I give.
Your breaths deepen and I feel your arousal build beneath me, your fingers intertwine in my hair as you caress my scalp. I lick across from one nipple to the other to suck and tease with my tongue.
You pull me up to kiss again, this time softer, wetter. A surreal ethereal veil seems to cover us as we lose ourselves in arousal. I move down again wetting your skin with saliva, licking every inch that I can. Your nipples harden further as I blow over their wetness cooling them, sensations that heat your core.
My hands gently stroke down your flanks and underneath you, where I grasp the top of your joggers and panties and pull them down so far, but have to stand to undo and remove your running shoes before completing the actions that leave you naked before me.
You look at me timidly, legs closed and hand over your vagina, I look at you as I kick of my shoes and undo my belt to step out of my shorts revealing my cock, hard, bulging and rampant. Your eyes widen, but I shake my head and open your thighs with my knees to sink and slowly kiss teasing upwards from your knees. I grasp the hand covering your sex and move it aside, and there before me the sight that hardens my cock like nothing else, your shaven neat little cunt, just needing to be eaten.
We walk to the room laden with bags in both hands. Leaving the elevator the high floor is dizzying as I look out over the open courtyard. So much so I avert my eyes to your arse, your sexy peach of an arse in its hugging grey joggers to steady my slight slip into vertigo.
You stop at room number 830 and struggle to transfer a bag over to free a hand to retrieve the key card to our home for the next four nights.
“Give it to me.” I offer whilst out stretching fingers to take the bag you’re trying to move. You smile and as you hook the bag onto my hand you kiss my full soft lips. I taste and catch the aroma of your fruity lip balm, and as what was supposed be a short peck delves deeper our mouths open and our tongues pour into one another, swirling, probing, only to suddenly stop as your hand finds the key to the room.
The key’s RFID connects and is recognised by the lock, it lights the little green LED and lets us in. As you open the door I get a sudden surge of adrenalin that banishes the last remnants of tiredness from my long haul flight.
You enter first, I follow, and as the door closes behind me I drop my bags and grasp you into my wanting embrace. It’s been months since I last held you, but here and now it feels like I’d never left. Our mouths find each other and carry on where they were outside the room, but now there’s a ferocity, now there’s an intent that I never want to stop. My hands wander over your body, reacquainting, rediscovering. I slip a hand into your waist band and squeeze the soft smooth arse I’d been eyeing up on my way in.
You pull back and giggle putting down your bag before pulling me into the next room. Soft evening light pours in through the floor to ceiling panoramic window, the outlook shows a glorious view over a calm ebbing tide. It’s almost as beautiful as you, but as we spin around by the bed the sun lights your slim beautiful face, your sharp blue eyes, your glistening lips, I smile and think “who am I kidding?” The view in this room is better than any panoramic view, nature created the bay, nature created you, but I know which I love the most.
I hold you by your hips and look into your eyes and whisper “You’re beautiful, thank you! Thank you for letting me come, for having me.”
“Thank you for coming to see me!” You reply before wrapping your arms around me and squeezing me tight. As I squeeze you back the kiss reengages, the kiss envelops us, takes over our very being. It’s like were trying to enter into each other’s body, trying to take possession through passion’s wonderful act, but we’re not trying anything, we’re succeeding, we’re succeeding in opening up, and opening the door to our very own piece of heaven.