Off The Richter

His weight on my back helped me come down from my last Earth-shattering quake, but I knew it was just a matter of time before I could expect some aftershocks. With him mounting a softer offensive once again and with my delicious tremors subsided, my body still needed some convincing as he so successfully robbed me of all my moisture. He knows how to get my juices going and he kissed down my spine and by the time his hot breathy kisses made it over my butt I was already arching my back and opening my pearly gates and begging him to storm my castle. The serpentine flicks of his promising tongue as they lingered in my mote were surely setting off his internal Richter scale. I felt deep tremors reverberating and escaping as pathetic whimpers for more. When he pushed his nose deep enough inside me to allow his mouth to close around my screaming clit I desperately wanted to push back further onto his face but paranoia of smothering him keep me flat on my stomach as he burrowed perfectly on his own. I couldn’t imagine how he could breathe much less underwater as the next quakes shattered my plumbing and flooded him while I felt myself flexing around his face in more irrepressible tremors. I knew by his happy growls that I was in more favorable trouble, but this time, I wanted all the trouble he could bring, and I pushed up onto all fours and waited for him to bring it.

He had been playing with me from the second he came out of the shower. I knew I was as good as cooked by the way he looked at me, and he might as well have been steaming because that look made my clothes melt away. I honestly can’t recall how my clothes even came off or how I found myself on my back on the edge of the bed and with a pillow wedged under my butt as if serving me on a silver platter. The shake alerts were loud and clear when he pushed my legs open and dropped between them and told me to spread myself for him. I’m so easy and his being all demanding and shit had more than my mouth watering. His kisses were hungry, and his bites had my nether regions swelling with blood and brimming with the surge caused by more than the anticipation of our deep soul continental plates colliding. There is no hiding what he does to me, which is made obvious by his happy sounds as he dines on his favorite dish and slides his fingers inside me to stem the inevitable tides that threaten. Early warning systems be damned and I wasn’t seeking shelter; I might as well have been walking the fault line from the first time I met him and there is no stemming the tides when he sets his mind and love on me. When the first quake fills his hand, he stands and tells me to push back onto the bed. As I backpedal, I can’t help but witness his still steamy gaze, his glistening face, and his thickly veined manhood as it promised to lay waste to all that he surveyed. My mind screamed “Ah Shit” as he prepared to pounce and all of my alert centers immediately pinged with the promise, intensity and imminent arrival time of the shaking.

I knew he meant business because he posted over me like a lion over his kill, and he threw one of my legs over his pumped bicep and kissed me hard as he filled me with little regard. With our continental shelves finally colliding, he slammed into me with such force that it moved us across the bed until my head hung off the side. I threw my hands out and locked them onto the bedding like anchors and dared him for more like I was a filthy whore. You know how you get so hot that the words fuck and me replace most of your vocabulary? He answered me with the same vigor as our bodies clapped like thunder, and he tried to bring down the house around us. I tried not to watch in the hope of him joining me, but watching his pumped muscular body ungulate over me as he violently crashed into me was like a train wreck I couldn’t turn my eyes from. Finally at my limits the Earth shook and I desperately tried to bring him with a last ditch cry of “I’m going to come all over your fucking cock,” thinking surely that would do it but he just smugly fucked me better and faster and ordered me to do just that. I don’t know what comes over us that leads us to believe that we are on some remote island or in some soundproofed room, but, I howled, rattled and rolled like nobody’s business or everyone’s I should say and knowing he had an intermission he collapsed next to me to catch his second or third wind, I couldn’t keep track.

As I panted away in my reprieve, I couldn’t imagine being able to go again. He too seemed exhausted and I was spent many times over but I also couldn’t ignore that his cock was like the eight hundred pound gorilla in the room and was still as thick and strong as the session was already gloriously long. I knew when he asked if I was okay that I wasn’t out of danger just yet and that there had to be some more aftershocks in my future, and after seeing the state of his quake maker, I suddenly wasn’t satisfied believing that the most violent shocks were past me. He gently coaxed me onto my stomach and tried to mount me from behind with sweet kisses and tender caresses, but since my last orgasm had robbed me of all my lubrication, there was no way that thing was going inside of me without some more of his cajoling kisses. Without any frustration and some probable elation he didn’t continue to attempt the mission impossible and proceeded to kiss me from my lips to lips and it didn’t take long to sway me; between seeing the eight hundred pound gorilla and his amazing cunnilingus oration, I came on his face and I couldn’t believe or help but sing to myself “I have an appetite for love ’cause me so horny” as I released his face and pushed back onto all fours, daring him for something more. Remember that filthy sailor from before? Well, even she left intimidated by whatever possessed me then. When he met my challenge and filled me hostilely, I lost my fucking mind and after he posted one leg up for deeper access I’m am barely able to recall what happened up until the point where he exorcised his demons as he filled me big wolf style. Finally mutually sated we both lay there in a sweaty heap of bedding rubble, half expecting emergency crews to bust into the room to excavate us, and all we could do is echo I love you, too tired to get up or rinse, he just pulled me into him, and we spooned ourselves to sleep. 

Happy Hump Day!!