My sexy space

I move lower, sliding my oiled palms down the long line of your spine, pressing into the small of your back where the tightness lives. My fingers spread wide, working the muscles on either side, and I feel you sigh, sinking deeper into the mattress. The oil glistens on your skin, catching the low light, and I cannot stop staring at the curve of your waist, the gentle swell of your hips. My hands grow bolder without meaning to, thumbs dipping just under the edge of the towel draped across your lower back, grazing the dimples above your ass. You shift slightly, a soft sound escaping you, and something in me tightens with raw need.

I slide the towel lower, just enough to bare more of you, and my hands settle fully on the firm cheeks of your ass, kneading them with the same careful pressure I used on your back. The oil makes everything slippery, warm, and I spread you just a little, watching the way the soft flesh gives under my grip. My cock is already hard, pressing against the front of my pants as I lean over you, working the tension from the muscles that lead down between your thighs. I tell you how beautiful you look like this, how addictive the feel of your body is under my hands, how I cannot stop craving more of you.

My fingers slip lower still, brushing the soft inner curves of your thighs, then higher, finding the heat between them. You are already wet, my sweet girl, the slickness coating my fingertips as I stroke lightly along your folds. I spread the oil and your own arousal together, circling your clit with slow, deliberate pressure while my other hand keeps kneading the small of your back. The wet sounds fill the quiet room, soft and filthy, and I feel your hips push back against my touch, seeking more. I press two fingers into your perfect pussy, slow and deep, feeling the tight velvet grip of your walls fluttering around me already.

I shift behind you, pulling the towel completely away, and free my cock, thick and aching. I drag the head through your soaked folds, coating myself in you, then push in with one long, steady thrust. The sight of my cock vanishing inside you makes my breath catch, your tight heat stretching around every inch until I am buried to the hilt, the tip kissing against your cervix. You feel incredible, so soft and greedy, your walls already milking me as I hold still for a moment just to feel you pulse.

I start to move, deep and slow at first, watching the way your ass jiggles with every thrust, the way my cock disappears into your perfect pussy again and again. The wet sounds grow louder, filthy and rhythmic, and I grip your hips harder, pulling you back onto me so every stroke bottoms out. Your trembling thighs shake against the sheets, and I can feel the slight bulge of me deep inside you when I press a hand to your lower belly. I lean over your back, chest to your oiled skin, and fuck you harder, possessive and hungry, telling you how addicted I am to the way you take me, how your body was made to be filled like this, how I never want to stop claiming every inch of you.