Friday, August 22, 2014

Flash Fiction: Perfect

His mouth was magic against her skin as he lifted his hips and spread her knees. She moaned in anticipation. His hand cupped her neck, and his lips sucked slowly, marking her. She would see them tomorrow and remember the perfection of this moment. She rocked her hips and her mound came up against the head of his cock, sending a jolt of pleasure through her that made her suck in her breath. Her pussy grew slick, waiting, eager. "Please," she sighed. 
Then he was pushing inside, slow thick flesh splitting her open, claiming her and she moaned his name. 
He eased back a little, only to thrust forward, hard. 
"Yes!" she cried, tightening her thighs around his hips. She gripped his ass to draw him in deeper. He obliged and then set the rhythm she quickly matched. Hard, fast and hot. 
They moved together. Yes, she would be sore tomorrow and smile. Absolute perfection.