The Lover

He paints bear at his easel stand.

Laying unclothed on the couch, awaiting my Lovers touch.

He stands bare at his easel stand, brush in hand creating. Smiling, he drops the brush, he ambles towards me with a craving upon his face.

Kneeling on the couch, he brushed his fingers along my leg, tracing a line towards my heat. Shivering, he smiles knowing the effect. He palms my heat, feeling my wetness, parting my lips he slides his finger over my bud. He traces a circle slowly, causing my back to arch, pushing forward to get more. He presses harder in a circular motion while inserting two fingers within me. He finds the spot, which causes a scream to erupt. His wicked movement causes a climax more powerful than ever felt before.

Allowing my shudder to subside, he flips me over with a fluid motion, getting me on my hands and knees.
He enters with a force of pure animalistic power, continuing with speed of a lover possessed, he comes with a howl of a beast on a pleasure high. I follow with my own power, he falls on me, our breaths in sync, sleep claimed us.

©️Anjelique