Afternoon Romp

         I loved the way he played with my hair as I laid in his lap while we watched TV.  His large hands were gentle as he massaged my scalp.
         He placed a trio of kisses down my forehead, nose and lips.  Although he had done this many times, I was always surprised by how soft his lips were and how much electricity they transferred when they pressed against mine.  I knew he could feel the arousal he was stirring inside of me because after several of these succulent kisses, he reached down and slipped his hand under my t-shirt to see how hard he had gotten my nipples.
         At this point, I began to feel his hardness pressing against the back of my skull.  I turned my head from side to side to tease it along.  After a moment, he slid his hand down my stomach and placed it between my legs, over my panties to see how much heat and moisture he had created.  When he found that it was enough, he slipped a couple of fingers under my waistband and pressed slow gentle circles around my firm little button until his fingers were soaked and my toes were curled.
         Instead of letting him carry me completely away right then, I sat up and straddled his bulging lap.  The rhythm of my hips grinding against his crotch matched the intense ferocity with which our tongues explored each other’s mouths, so much so that we could hardly separate to rip our shirts off.
         After the battle of removing tops and bottoms, he pulled me back down on top of him with such speed and force that I didn’t have time to brace myself for the impact.  For as wet with anticipation as I was, my body had never completely adjusted to such length and girth; but once inside, I enveloped him fully and completely.
         With his hands cupping and spreading my rear, he plunged himself into me quickly and deeply as I held onto his shoulders, trying not to dig my nails into his flesh.  The fury of our kisses competed with the raggedness of our breathing as I held on to him with all of my strength, trying not to give up total control to him.
         However, my willpower could not compete against his wild yet rhythmic thrusting.  I bit at his lips and tongue as he carried me off to that other world and I felt my inner walls spasm with unbridled pleasure.
         Although I was now spent, I knew he wasn’t done with me yet.  While the final shock waves were still coursing through my nerves, he pulled me off of him and placed me on my hands and knees.  In what seemed like a continuation of the last stroke, he dove back into me with such power that I could hear the slapping sound of our bodies crashing together.  He drove into me with as much speed and might as his body could muster, gripping my hips so tightly that I knew I would have bruises the next day.  But I didn’t care about the next day just then.
         For another minute or so, he continued his journey.  I knew he was near the end when I began to hear a soft growl coming from his throat and I felt droplets of cold sweat falling onto my back.  I tightened the moist muscles between my thighs to intensify the trip.  As I gave him the last squeeze I could manage, I felt a swelling and then a bursting accompanied by a tremendous roar as he emptied himself inside of me.
         We stayed in that position for a moment until he pulled himself from inside of me.  Then, he laid me down on my side and curled up behind me, wrapping me in his large muscular arms.  The last things I remembered before drifting off to sleep were the tender kisses he placed on the back of my neck, the soft beating of his heart against my back, and the warm sticky results of our lovemaking running between my legs.