Skin Hunger

The water pounded against the shower walls, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the anticipation thrumming through me. She stood before the door, a silhouette framed by the light, her naked form a stark contrast to the humid heat radiating from the shower. It wasn’t a surprise she’d come in here, not after what we’d just shared. The scent of her body, still damp from the shower, hung heavy in the air, a primal invitation I couldn’t resist. I turned off the water, the sudden silence amplifying the heat of her presence.

I moved to the bedroom, my steps deliberate, my focus entirely on her. She was already there, sprawled across the king-sized bed, one hand gripping her generous tit, the other tracing the curve of her belly, just barely brushing against her damp, throbbing pussy. Her legs were splayed wide, revealing the pale, sculpted flesh of her thighs, glistening with moisture. It was a scene of pure, unadulterated desire, and I knew exactly what I wanted.

I approached the edge of the bed, never breaking my gaze from her. She shifted slightly, aware of my intent, but continued her slow, sensual exploration. As I began to move closer, my hand reached out, gently tracing the line of her spine. The touch ignited a fire within me, a burning need to possess her completely. My fingers moved lower, caressing her skin with a deliberate slowness, savoring the warmth and the texture. I paused at her knees, noticing the crimson flush that had begun to spread across her skin from the shower. A small, lingering kiss followed, a silent acknowledgment of her vulnerability and her pleasure.

I lowered myself to the bed, lying on my stomach, my body pressed close to hers. My hand began a slow, insistent dance, licking and teasing her inner thighs, drawing her closer, closer still. Her eyes followed my every movement, heavy with lust and longing. As my tongue reached her pussy, she closed her eyes, surrendering to the inevitable. It wasn't a gentle touch, but a demanding one, a clear signal of her readiness. A moan escaped her lips, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through her body and into mine.

My cock, already hard with anticipation, responded instantly. I found her G-spot, deep within the folds of her labia, and plunged my pleasure into her wetness. Her reaction was immediate and overwhelming. She arched her back, gripping the sheets tightly, her body trembling with the force of her arousal. Her moans intensified, escalating into desperate pleas. "Please," she whispered, her voice thick with desire, "don't stop." I obliged, continuing my assault with unrelenting force, pushing her towards the brink of ecstasy. The sheets around her began to slip, revealing more and more of her body as she writhed and shivered with pleasure.

As she climbed higher, her moans became a frenzied symphony of sounds, a desperate plea for release. She gripped my head between her thighs, pulling me closer, forcing me to meet her gaze. Her eyes were dark and passionate, filled with a raw, untamed lust. I didn’t resist, finding myself completely consumed by her desire. She continued to push, her hips thrusting against my chest, driving me further into her. The room filled with the sounds of her ecstasy, a testament to the power of our connection.

Finally, she released, letting out a final, shuddering gasp as her orgasm washed over her. She slumped back against the mattress, panting heavily, her body slick with sweat and tears. I held her gaze, savoring the lingering sensations of her pleasure. My own cock, still hard from the intensity of our encounter, remained firmly planted. It was time to continue, to push her even further.

I began to stroke in and out, my movements slow and deliberate, focusing on her pleasure. She watched me intently, her eyes wide with anticipation. She whispered my name, her voice hoarse from exertion, begging me not to stop. Her panting assured me that she was ready for more. I relished her taste, her scent, the feeling of her body beneath my hands. As she climbed higher again, her moans grew louder, more insistent. She grabbed my ankle, pulling me closer, forcing me to submit to her will. The struggle only fueled her desire, intensifying her pleasure.

She dropped again, letting out another torrent of obscenities, her voice raw and desperate. Begging me not to stop, she pleaded for my attention. Her panting grew more frantic, a clear indication that she was on the verge of another orgasm. I knew what she wanted, and I was more than happy to oblige. I continued my assault, pushing her towards the brink once more. Her moans escalated into a deafening crescendo, a primal scream of pure pleasure.

She cried out in a blissful orgasm, a wave of intense sensation washing over her body. She clamped my head between her thighs, trapping me in her embrace. But I didn’t care. I was lost in the moment, completely consumed by her desire. I continued to lick and probe, seeking out every inch of her pleasure. Her eyes closed, her body completely surrendering to the overwhelming sensations.

She finally released, letting out a final, shuddering gasp. She dropped her hips back to the mattress, her body limp and exhausted. I waited for her eyes to open, eager to continue our journey of pleasure. She slowly lifted her head, her gaze meeting mine. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of exhaustion and excitement. She whispered my name again, her voice barely audible. I leaned forward, kissing her deeply, savoring her taste, her scent, her warmth.

As I held her close, I noticed the sweat dripping from my forehead, soaking my shirt. The sight of her, so vulnerable and beautiful, filled me with a primal urge. Without hesitation, I began to fuck her with abandon, her hands still gripping my hips, pulling me closer. She locked her ankles behind me, clinging to my legs, digging her nails into my skin. I heard familiar sounds, a rhythmic rasping that signaled her imminent release. She grunted hard, her hips thrusting against my chest, driving me further into her. Her orgasm hit, a powerful wave of sensation that reverberated through our bodies.

We held this position for a long moment, panting and breathless, lost in the aftermath of our encounter. The sweat continued to drip from our bodies, mingling on the sheets beneath us. The sight of our nakedness, the evidence of our shared passion, was both exhilarating and slightly embarrassing. We began to laugh, a shared release of tension and pleasure. She held my gaze, winking playfully, a silent invitation to continue. It was time for another shower. The water would be cold, but the anticipation was even more intense.

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