Sensual Breath Play

His sweat was running down both sides of his buttocks, thighs and even his temples. His heart beat had been racing at over 150 beats per minute for a very long time.

Her breathing was limited, in stages, she had to gulp for air every few seconds. Every gasp was precious, for he had his strong hand around her throat, applying steady pressure using a controlled grip.

He knew exactly how much pressure to apply around her slender throat. He was on top of her, both of them naked in the missionary position.

With her intense lust she felt like a missionary, serving him, fulfilling his need for her. Knowing his movements, in tune with how he likes to penetrate and thrust inside her.

Occasionally she would resist, testing her options, if she had any, and would lift her arms, he would respond by tightening his grip on them and forcing them back down. She would close her long elegant legs, he would respond immediately with his muscular legs, by digging in between her thighs with his knees, and prising them open, deliberately and slowly.

He would change tempo, sometimes with long slow strokes, using the tip of his cock pressing her external clitoris on the way almost out. Then back in, slowly, and deep. After a while he would then go faster with short strokes, lifting his body upwards, using his core strength to change his angle of thrust so the entire stem of his cock would rub her external clitoris with each thrust.

She was getting increasingly wet, his change of tempo, and angles tantalizing her sensations. She would start to get close to climax, he knew when her muscles within would begin to contract, her moans would change pitch, and her body would start to tremble ever so slightly.

He would react by slowing down his thrusts, and tighten his hand grip on both her neck and her arms. He would stare into her beautiful face, recognise the longing in her expression and the strong bond between them.

He would then slowly thrust deep inside her and stop, and remain there for a while until her urge to orgasm passes. They would kiss passionately, they have such tremendous chemistry in these moments of passion.

He would start again and repeat the slow and stop process a few more times, until at last when he decides so they both release and orgasm together.

Then they lay in each other’s arms allowing the flood of chemicals to flow freely throughout their bodies, and as they kiss and cuddle they whisper sweet nothings to each other in alternative languages......