The Swedish Girl

Your mocking smile when you listen to my bad English. My despair when I'm unable to express myself properly. My despair when I misinterpret the nuances of your words. Your discreet help to guide me right.

But love doesn't need speech. We can communicate with our bodies, can't we? As we do now.

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Our flat. Our bedroom. Our bed.

The window open towards the summer night. A light wind moving the curtains. Birds singing in the garden.

Your hands.
Your hands unbuttoning my jeans. Pulling them down.

My hands.
My hands unbuckling your belt. Pulling your jeans down.

Your hands taking off my panties.
My hands taking off your underpants.
Standing naked before each other.

Your lips seeking my lips.
Your tongue seeking my tongue.
Your arms around me, squeezing my naked body tight against your naked body.

You lifting me. Lowering me softly onto the bed.
You resting on your right side close to me.
I resting on my left side close to you.

Your lips on my throat. Your hands caressing my breasts. Your lips sucking my nipples. Your hands sliding down to my stomach. Your hands caressing it.
My arms around your neck my lips against your lips my arms moving to your back stroking it smoothly.

Your hand on my pussy. Fingering it softly. Your finger gliding up and down between my pussy lips. Rubbing my clit gently, oh so gently. Åh herregud, I get so hot!

Your cock. Rock hard. The head glimmering of moisture.

My hand squeezing your cock gently, moving the foreskin slowly up and down. Hearing a long delightful sigh from you.

You pushing me gently onto my back spreading my legs apart lying down on me kissing me hugging me tangling your fingers in my hair putting your cock at my entrance pushing it slowly into my pussy oh so slowly ååh herregud I get so aroused!

Pushing my abdomen hard against you feeling your cock glide in longer finally pushing the bottom of my pussy oh dear you nearly make me die of lust.
Your cock buried deep inside me moving slowly now in and out rubbing my clit with your pelvis at each thrust.

Åh älskling, such exquisite pleasure you give me.

Your hands cupping my buttocks lifting my abdomen pressing it against you, your cock hitting the bottom of my pussy harder.

Your pelvis rubbing tightly against my clit.
Your cock moving inside me, thrusting faster now. And harder.

You pausing, smiling at me. Asking me if it feels good. Oh yes! It feels so damned good, having you inside me. Älskling! Kära! My dear!

I shiver by every thrust.
My abdomen burns with pleasure.

I see your eyes closing. I see you getting hotter, hotter hotter . . . . . .

And now, unable for you to hold back any longer. I feel your cock throbbing wildly in me. I feel your semen shooting onto the bottom of my pussy. And me, dying with lust, unable to hold back any longer. Oooooh . . . . . .

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Panting heavily. Slowly calming down in each others arms. Smiling at each other. Soft embraces. Soft caresses. Soft kisses. Saying nice words to each other.

And now, your cock growing hard again. And my pussy getting wet again. You turning on your back, inviting me to ride you. I straddling you, you grabbing my buttocks and squeezing them, I grabbing your cock and placing it at my entrance. And then, slowly pushing my pussy down on your stone hard cock until it fills me entirely, åh kära, what an exciting feeling!

Me moving back and forth on you resting my hands on your breast you cupping my breasts with your hands playing with my nipples pushing your pelvis against me oh I'm getting so hot so really really hot and your eyes tell me that you are getting hot too.

I rotating on your cock first slowly then faster feeling it move tight inside my pussy seeing your eyes close tight by lust your hands on my buttocks pressing me hard against you throbbing your cock hard in me. Our lust growing, growing, growing until we get pushed over the edge.

And then, you exploding in me and I exploding on you. Your semen spurting in me. Pushing wildly against each other. I kneading your soaked cock. You kneading my soaked pussy.

Loosing all perception of time. Loosing all perception of place. Loosing all perception of sound. Only you and me, fucking madly.

Finally, your cock relaxing in me. Our breathing slowing down.
Hearing the birds sing again . . . . .

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You, an American man, speaking English fluently.
Me, a Swedish woman, speaking English badly.
But the speechless language of love is universal . . . . .