IL TULIPANO NERO

 

*Clothing in piles on the floor. Soft feminine moans meld with feral growls as hands caress, knead and discover new and uncharted territories. My body pinned beneath yours, inhibitions fall away as you strip away the last remaining bits of lace. I am yours. Mind, body and soul.
You growl softly against my ear commanding me to open to you. I acquiesce, legs spread allowing you to plunder and explore the warmth and wetness you evoke in a body meant only for you. Your fingers plunge, stroke, driving me closer to the breaking point. Face buried in the pillow I buck and thrash against your hand. Ebbing, surging, aching for release. Your hot, breathless whisper against my neck sounds distant, disembodied. “Cum for me, baby girl...cum for me.”
Your name breaches my lips on moan. I want to obey, need to obey, but not before making a fevered demand of my own. Glancing over my shoulder I growl, “Your lips. I need your lips.”
And as your mouth falls on mine, tongues spearing and dueling, I catapult into the abyss, your kiss swallowing my scream....D.B*