Short Sighted

A moan burst from her lips when she hit bottom, his entire shaft buried deep within her. Her tight canal wrapped around him, surrounding him with warmth and wetness. Roslyn raised up over him, and began to ride him, stopping every once in a while to circle her hips, grinding into him and driving Kevin up a wall. She splayed her hands over his chest for balance while she raised her hips and let them drop again. Her back arched, and Kevin reached up to palm her breasts, rubbing the nipples with the side of his thumbs. Her hair tumbled around her face as she rode with abandon. Kevin dropped one hand from her breast and slipped it between her legs, rubbing her clit with his thumb. Her breath suddenly grew short and she threw her head back with a cry. He could see the muscles in her belly contract as he felt her hands tighten on his chest and the muscles inside of her squeeze his hardness. He kept the pressure on her button and she stopped bucking to shake with the intensity of her climax. He watched her face as he did before, thinking he had never seen someone so beautiful before. After a few moments, her head dropped forward and she collapsed onto his chest. Freeing both of his hands, he took her chin in one hand and turned her face towards him. He placed gentle kisses on her forehead, her eyelids, her nose, cheeks, and finally mouth.

His rigid member was still buried inside of her. Very carefully, he maneuvered them both fully onto the bed and rolled so he was on top. He lightly brushed her hair to the side and looked deep in her eyes. There was so much to tell her, but he found that he couldn't speak. Under him, she simply smiled warmly at him and shifted her hips. She brought her legs up to lock around his waist. Kevin backed his hips up, then forward again, sliding in and out of her. He set a constant rhythm, loving the feeling of her body below his, the feeling of being inside of her, the feeling of knowing he was giving her such pleasure. He continued to look in Roslyn's eyes and he pumped his hips.

Her ankles came behind his back, but her legs were just a little too short to lock them together, so she settled for locking them into his lower back instead. She used that as leverage to match his rhythm with her hips. Needing to taste her lips again, he ducked his head down and devoured her mouth with his. The passion was too much to handle, and his hips began to build speed as his body urged him onto release. Beneath him, Roslyn was on the same path, both of them needing to climax. Their tongues intertwined as they pushed each other farther and higher.

Finally, he raised his head and, with a cry of pure pleasure, felt his orgasm burst from deep within him. He was aware through the pleasure haze of Roslyn screaming out his name from under him and slamming her hips up against his as her own climax took over. For what seemed like hours, they existed as such, only them, locked in a passionate embrace, the rest of the world forgotten. They drifted on clouds for a while, their bodies relaxing into one another. Kevin slid off to the side, gathering Roslyn in his arms and looking into her eyes. There were no words that needed to be said, this they both understood. They slipped off to sleep in each other's arms, while a tiny, black and orange kitten named Bella jumped up on the bed and settled at their feet.