His Perfect Passion

Darius put his hands up to her head and buried them in her hair, holding her mouth steady while slowly thrusting in and out, seeking a rhythm, just like before.

“God! You’re magnificent. Your lips wrapped around my cock—ahhhhh.”

Marianne kept working his flesh between her lips and would have continued, but he stilled their movements after a time. Gently holding her head still, he withdrew. She felt a bit of a loss when he left her mouth. Why did he want her to stop? She raised herself back up and flashed him a slight curl of a smile before licking her lips, rubbing them slowly together.

Darius brought his fingers to her lips, caressing, and told her why. “I don’t want to come just yet. Sometime, I’d like to come in your mouth, but not this time,” he whispered very softly.

Marianne smiled back at him, feeling suddenly bold.

Yes, she would like to do that for him, remembering how exquisite his mouth had felt when he’d used it to pleasure her.

Darius came at her again, using one hand to cup the back of her head, the other to cradle the base of her spine, and descended for a kiss. Marianne caught the lingering taste of him on her tongue as it blended with his own.

“Come here. Straddle my lap. Sit on me, Marianne.”

She split her legs over the sides of his, folding them under. His hot erection sandwiched up between her thighs, against her burning cunny, that ached for him again.

He guided himself, rubbing the head against her slick flesh God, it felt divine when he did that. Whimpering, she pushed harder against him, seeking, needing, craving…

I just need it in me. Hard and deep and…now!

“You want my cock inside you again, Marianne? Tell me, my beauty!”

She did not hold back even an instant. “I want your cock inside me again, Darius!”

He served. Twin, satisfied moans pierced the silence as he slid inside, filling her deeply.

“Ride me. Ride my cock, Marianne!”

She gripped his shoulders and began to rock up and down his length. He cupped the cheeks of her bottom from below and helped.

Writhing atop him, Marianne thought she could not even care about what she looked like or be embarrassed by it. What they were doing was so shocking and pleasurable at the same time she could die like this and surely wouldn’t care. She wanted him hard and driving inside her. The feel of him piercing her through her own guiding movements was sublime, as was the knowledge that she was driving their sex this time. Up and down, she drew off and then dropped downward, encasing his cock, over and over and over.

Marianne was relieved to have Darius let her take him like this, as he wanted to do, and as she craved.

Her breasts swayed from all the movement, right before him. He captured first one nipple and then the other, sucking deeply, to the point of pain, pulling them up into his mouth. That sweet sting, mixed with the rasping of his cock teasing her clit, forced her to cry out in rapture.

They thrust together wildly. Back and forth, advance and retreat. She felt the spasms starting and bore down to squeeze tightly around him. Her shuddering cries must have told him she was coming, triggering an explosive release in him.

“Ahhh…ohhh…God, Marianne, I’m going to come!”

She felt Darius get impossibly harder, just before he spurted his seed. It shot up deep, and she could smell the earthy scent she remembered from before.

He worked her fast, up and down, one last burst, his fingers gripping into the seam of her bottom. One final thrust finished the frenzy, and he crushed her to his chest, his cock jerking spasmodically.

He choked out roughly, “Bellissima, you are most splendid…”

Easing down from fulfillment, they stroked each other. Marianne rubbed his back and kissed his collarbone. Darius kissed his favorite spot on her neck and caressed low on her hips. They stayed locked together for a long time.

Marianne felt his erection slowly soften inside her.

Eventually he roused them up to standing again. Helping her up, Darius kissed her deeply on the mouth and swept her into his arms, never breaking contact with her lips.

He carried her that way back to the bed, whispering through soft kisses the whole way. Cradling her head carefully, he laid her out, down on the bed. Darius was so gentle and tender in the way he touched her, it nearly caused her tears to return.

“Responding so sweetly to me, your skin touching mine is blissful, my Marianne.”

Being drawn close, Marianne indulged in the comfort of his sculpted body next to hers.