I can think of nothing else but your skin on mine, our
fingers interlocked holding tight until the ride is over.
Tongues tasting tongues, sweat dripping off your breasts. My
hands gripping your thighs as they squeeze tightly against
my neck. I can taste you, you're sweet like canteloupe. I
feel you pressing harder and harder into my mouth as you
grip the sheets, my hair, anything you can reach.
I can hear the sheets rustling underneath us, your breath,
thick and wild. I can hear the moans you hide in your
throat, afraid to set free. 
My fingers slide in easily and I spread your lips apart, I
lick and suck and taste and nibble, anything to make you
scream.I reach further inside you and feel your juice run
down my arm.You start to shake and let a scream, I look up
and smile, my face wet with your cum. I crawl up the length
of your body and kiss you. And at this moment you are all
mine.