Prism Breath: Anal Ecstasy

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless, insistent rhythm mirroring the frantic pounding in my chest. You lay sprawled across the king-sized bed, a tangled mess of limbs and tangled hair, your back pressed against the headboard, legs splayed wide, a blatant invitation. The threadbare t-shirt I’d taken off you earlier hung limply on your shoulders, barely containing your ample curves. It was a relic from a time when we were just starting out, a tangible reminder of our primal connection. The scent of your warm skin, mixed with the lingering musk of shower gel, filled the room, a heady cocktail of desire and vulnerability. My cock, already swollen from anticipation, throbbed against your thigh, a silent plea for release. The song “Breath” played on repeat in my head, a soundtrack to this slow-burn seduction, just as you’d requested. It always did this to me; it always brought me back to that first time, to the heady rush of discovering your body, your soul.

I eased myself onto the bed, my movements deliberate, savoring the feel of your damp skin against my hand as I brushed it across your stomach. You shifted slightly, your hand instinctively reaching for your nipple, a tiny, frantic dance of longing. A silent conversation, a shared understanding of our mutual needs. Your lips parted slightly, exposing a glimpse of your wetness, a subtle invitation that I couldn’t resist answering. I licked your lips, tasting the sweetness of your saliva, a prelude to the pleasure to come.

My hand found its way to your cock, gently cradling it, encouraging its swelling. The rhythm of my breathing quickened, my pulse mirroring the growing heat in my legs. You fingered yourself, a slow, deliberate exploration, your eyes locked on mine, a silent demand. You wiped that wetness across your lips, a blatant challenge, an unmistakable invitation. It was everything I wanted, everything I craved.

I slid across the bed, crawling towards you with a purpose, each movement fueled by the escalating desire that consumed me. I tasted your lips, the salty tang of your skin, before plunging my tongue deep into your mouth. It was a welcome relief, a cleansing ritual before the main event. Your hand tightened its grip on my cock, squeezing it with a possessive tenderness that sent shivers down my spine. I looked into your eyes, seeing the desperate need reflected in their depths. It wasn't just lust; it was a primal connection, a recognition of something fundamental within us. You squeezed harder, urging my cock to its fullest potential, my muscles straining with the effort.

“Fuck,” you whispered, a breathless declaration of intent.

My hand slipped away, seeking a different kind of pleasure. I moved down, my fingers tracing the curve of your spine, teasing the sensitive skin beneath your t-shirt. You moaned softly, arching your back slightly, your body responding to my touch. I pressed my lips against your lower back, feeling the heat of your breath on my skin. Then, I moved my hand further down, exploring the sensitive flesh between your legs, my touch escalating with each passing moment. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

I pulled away, taking a step back, allowing you to bask in my attention. You shifted again, your legs spreading wider, revealing more of your ample curves. You squealed, a high-pitched sound of pure pleasure, as my hand moved closer, licking your tight little butthole with unrestrained abandon. You arched your back, your muscles tense, a symphony of sensation playing across your body. I continued my teasing, my tongue circling your clitoris, sending waves of pleasure through you. You came, a torrent of liquid release, and then, you came again, each time stronger, more intense.

Two hours later, we both lay panting on the bed, the rain still drumming against the windows. You licked the cum from my lips and chin, a slow, deliberate act of mutual pleasure. “Your turn,” you whispered, your voice husky with exhaustion. The heat lingered, a sweet reminder of the intense pleasure we had just shared.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, you took me in your mouth, your tongue exploring every inch of my shaft, savoring the feel of my veins beneath your touch. My balls were trapped in your warm, capable hands, as you sucked me in a slow, deliberate rhythm, my shaft slick with your saliva. You flipped between teasing and demanding, pulling back just as I reached the point of no return, only to return with a renewed intensity. Your fingers danced between my ass cheeks, a playful torture that only served to heighten my arousal.

“Just fuck me!” you gasped, your voice ragged with pleasure.

I pressed against you, my stomach pressing into your ass as my cock stretched your soaked lips. You were so worked up, so completely lost in the moment. I began slowly at first, teasing you with slow, deep thrusts, but as your body responded, my pace increased, pushing me further into the brink of ecstasy. I felt my stomach muscles strain, my legs tensing as I approached the point of no return.

My hand found its way under the covers, squeezing my balls with a rough, insistent force. It wasn’t gentle, but it was perfect, a welcome contrast to the tenderness of your touch. As I approached the ultimate release, I felt you pull back, your breath hot on my skin, a silent warning before the inevitable. I pressed against you, maximizing the pleasure, feeling the heat building within me, until finally, I couldn't hold on any longer.

My cock exploded, a torrent of semen erupting from my body, soaking your t-shirt and clinging to your skin. You shrieked, arching your back, as you came with me, your muscles convulsing with pleasure. I held myself up, clinging to your shoulders, my spent cock still throbbing inside you. You began to grind your hips against me, your pleasure contagious, my own pleasure heightened by the intensity of our connection. I’ve always loved this feeling, the primal connection, the complete surrender to our desires. It’s more than just sex; it's an experience, a communion, a shared moment of pure, unadulterated bliss.

As I finished, my hand slid down your back, kissing your neck. Your hips continued to grind against me, the rhythm hypnotic, the sensation overwhelming. I wrapped my arm around you, pulling you close, and we fell asleep together, tangled in the sheets, the rain still falling outside. I found myself thinking about the past few hours, relishing in the memory of our shared pleasure, the intimacy, the connection. I slipped away, crawling to the edge of the bed, and looked down at you. You were still breathing, your legs bent at the knees, a peaceful expression on your face. I leaned down and kissed your forehead, feeling the warmth of your skin against mine. It was perfect, just as it was. As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that this was just the beginning. The rain continued to fall, washing away any trace of the day, leaving behind only the lingering scent of desire and the promise of more pleasure to come.

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