He arches his back, and I hear the delicious sound of his muttered "Oh God". I do it again, loving the feeling of his belly and balls against the most intimate part of me. I look down at him through the wild strands of my loose hair. He reaches up to cup my breasts, squeezing them hard as I grind down against his rigid erection. I cover his hands with mine, then trail my nails down his strong forearms to his shoulders, digging them in and being rewarded with the hiss of his indrawn breath. The soft slap of his belly against me is like the ticking of the metronome of the world; it is a sound that belongs to us only.
David strokes my thighs gently, and slips a finger down to where my p***y is swallowing him. He teases around me with a finger, eliciting some moans from me, and then he gently
