Make Me Scream

I think you might have to cover my mouth, yes.
With something.
Your hand, your shoulder, your sweet lips.
Any number of things come to mind.
The feel of your fingers entwined with mine, the weight of your body on top of me, pinning me to your bed.
My legs wrapped around you, begging you to go deeper.
Rising up to meet you with each thrust.
My pussy drawing your cum like silk.
Ensnaring you with moans and touches.
My fingers escape your hand and grip your hair.
My lips pursue ripples of electricity along your neck.
Sweat lubricates and fuses us together, like flux in a white hot weld.
The taste of my nipples, hard and dark in your lips.
My head tilts back and my orgasm threatens, a scream of epic proportions on my lips.
You put your hand under my head and bring me to your lips, your own grunts of pleasure almost your undoing.
Thrusts embed themselves in wet flesh, your cock impaling me.
My pussy walls tighten down, engorged in pleasure.
The scream comes and you swallow it.
Consuming both our orgasms.
Do it, lover.
Cum for me.
Fell my pussy, the smell of our sex.
My fingers in your hair.
My tongue on yours.
Tits pressed against your chest.
Pumping, flowing, forcing wet, hot cum from my thighs.
Do it...
Make me scream.