Polish

She catches my hair under her knees as she straddles my face. It limits my mobility so I grab her hips anchor myself and change tactics. She is all nerves and motion. When she tries to pull away, tries to deny the orgasm what it has coming, I don’t let her. She grabs my head, bears down and nearly suffocates me with the pleasure of it. As she slumps to one side, I release my hair aid her in her downward progression and clamp her nipple between my teeth. Her moans are music. Her eyes flutter and her chest heaves. My hands explore her frame. My mouth makes a meal of her flesh. Her moans are plea not a protest and I am not quite done playing. When I roll on top of her she opens her leg and lifts her arms over her head. Her eyes full of smoke watch me as her lips tremble. I kiss her because I can’t help myself. Her mouth is soft and warm. Our tongues do a lazy dance and she regains control of her limbs. When she wraps herself around me we roll to our sides and she never loosens her grip. I slip my hands between her thighs and rub. She is so wet my fingers slip effortlessly between her folds. I catch her clit between thumb and forefinger and tease. A moan blossoms in her throat and she bites my ear. Her hand wedges between us and I open my legs inviting entry. The kiss breaks as she slips inside of me. We find our rhythm, frantic back and forth the frenzy. Breathless when we both cum her nails dig into my back. I didn’t mind the nails so much, I had an itch, and it needed the scratches.