26.2.10

I feel his hands move near me. Slap! I feel, as he hits my thighs, forcing them apart with his movements. My legs open, each slap harder, more insistant. I feel my wetness increase. Having him near me always has me ready, but the strength of his palms increase my readiness.

I'm open now, available, excited and a bit raw from his intensity. He's over me now, and his arms move under my thighs, pulling my legs up and wider. As he positions himself between my legs, I raise them higher, around his back. My ankles intertwine in readiness. I'm not yet touching him, but he's where he should be.

The first thrust makes me gasp. My head rolls back; I feel him move deeper into me. I extend down to accept his hard cock all the way into me.

I look up at him, wrapping my arms around his back, pulling him closer. He pulls away, so I bring my arms back and run my fingers over his chest and arms, feeling the muscles contract. I watch his face - he's determined as he runs into me, again and again.

He looks down at me and smiles. Now, I think, please, now. He raises his body away and I look between my legs to see that thick, hard cock move in and out of me. Watching him in me makes me wetter. I can feel the beginnings of orgasm, just because I can see him in me. He looks down as well, and then his movements change.

He gets harder now, and bangs my cervix over and over again. It would be painful if it weren't for his face, body, smell all over me.

He looks at me again, then raises his head and focuses. I'm close, more ready with each thrust. He, with each entry, says, Mine. Mine. Mine. Those words, him in me, it's perfect. I begin to come, feeling his girth in every part of my pussy, his length against my tightening cervix. Mine, mine, mine. I explode and feel him do the same in me. His come in me, his cock in me, is why I exist.