We are held in our arms...our world rocking...by the very act of lovemaking.
My hips are like a metronome now pumping and withdrawing my manhood in and out of your womanhood at a steady pace now, ratcheting up the tension and passion until it eventually explodes for both of us, but not yet.
My lips rain kisses onto your lips like a summer shower. My voice whispers sweet, beautiful nothings between kisses to you as my hips push my hard cock in and out of your tight sheath. Our swinging bed shakes and well...swings back and forth from the momentum of my motions as we make love.
(Sorry I wasn't able to continue the scene last night.)
I murmured driving into you as you raise your hips to meet my every thrust. My hands caress over your cheeks as our passions rise closer and closer to their crescendo.
I murmur from the heart before sealing our voices in the form of a kiss. I was getting closer and closer now. On the edge. One little shove and I would come within you. I unseal the kiss and add.
I enter carrying the bottle of champagne and the chocolate covered strawberries on the kitchen table. Next I lay the grocery bag down filled with stuff for our salads.