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because traveling makes me horny: a fantasy

His finger draws circles lazily around her clitoris, occasionally veering off its well-trodden track to extract more fluid from the lubricious folds lower down. There seems to be a steady supply, leaking from where he has nestled himself, comfortably. Firmly. Unquestionably.

The undulations of her hips are inevitable. The too-sweet sensations administered by his hand cause her to gasp, lift her body up and back, spine arched. She rocks so that he is filling her, pressing against the soft spongy tissue beneath her pubic bone. He in return thrusts back, hips pressing into her backside, the gentle curves of her ass flattened against him.

Two vectors, opposing forces colliding head on, building pressure, rising and cresting in their mutual dance.

She is splayed out before him, arms spread and raised high. As he prefers. His fingers are free to roam where they will, drawing blood to the surface of the skin they touch, like some vascular magnet. They grasp, pull, pinch, extracting the sounds from her that he wants to hear. He plays her, fingers dancing and hips thrusting slowly.

Finally, she is perfectly tuned. Her whole body is vibrating, nerves saturated with the sensations he’s wrought. He has only to push her over, if he chooses. His thrusts into her slow in response to her quickened breath, keeping her on the razor’s edge as he considers.

Yes. He wants her to go over. He wants to feel her shuddering ecstasy bearing down on his cock. One hand grasps a nipple to pinch and twist, while the other resumes its place between her thighs. He pounds into her mercilessly.

She does not come quietly. It is as if the orgasm is torn out of her, through her vagina and through her vocal cords. Torn out, and fed to him, fueling his own climax. His nails dig into her, his teeth find its primal outlet at her neck. Two bodies, locked as one.

As he comes he fucks her harder, his grunts strangely harmonizing with her keening. His semen dripping down both their thighs. He feels the rage of lust dying away, his energy seeping away, into her, dripping from her. Their breathing, ragged and shallow, slowly synchronizes.

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