my bones are caving in

It's in the stars
it's been written in the scars on our hearts

He moans a grumbling growl as she moves, satisfied that she is enjoying herself, that he has again found the key to her pleasure. Her muscles bunch and tense against him, his hand squeezing as her butt flexes with the arch of her back, the thrusting of her hips. He leans into every one, feeling his own body react, his own tremors and shivers as her heels press into him, bringing him closer still. He has to pause, to catch his breath, but it is only momentary, even if his cock pleads with him with throbbing need, begging him to take his mouth away from its prize.

But he returns to his kissing, his tasting, his tongue drawing its dance around her, feeling her wetness, her warmth, feeling the clit stiffen as her pleasure mounts. He sucks on it, none too gentle now, as his own need, his own desire drives him to accelerate his motions, to bring her wave closer still to breaking, wanting to see it, to taste it, to watch as it ravages her. His motions no doubt lift her butt up off the bed, as his shoulders rock with her bucking hips, as he explores her caverns with fingers and tongue, gently thrusting with the rhythm they set.

When he is satisfied that she is near, that she is ready, he slowly brings his tongue up the length of her vulvar lips, giving her glorious prize another suctioning kiss, before letting his kisses travel up, first to the soft and sensitive area above her nest of pubic hairs. Then he is rising off her, his need an intent clear as he crawls over her, hovering, gasping slightly from his effort and the chill of the air between their sweat-soaked bodies. His manhood ventures up with him, hot and full of its own need, coming to rest between them (so close, and yet so far from its prize) as he lowers himself down to press his lips against her true lips once more.

He reaches for the protection they keep near the bed for times such as this, pressing it into her hand as a silent request for assistance in that area - a need they can attend to after this kiss, of course.

That we're not broken just bent
and we can learn to love again

CHULANE