Expanding upon a moment

Sometimes, you can just tell the way an event will play out after a single moment. The sex might be rough, but not overly so - though if you're defining dominant & submissive, we'll say male dominant / female submissive.

I long for the moment when our eyes find each other, when that little bolt of electricity passes through the room, and it takes an honest effort to keep my knees from buckling, when the next hours of our lives are played out in that moment.

We'll find each other's hands amongst the crowd, unable to take our eyes off of each other. I'll lead you into a bedroom, not caring whose it might be or who might walk in later. I'll pin you to the wall and claim your mouth with mine, nibbling your lower lip, my hands hungrily tracing your curves. My heart rate will race as I work my fingers up the hem of your dress.

Whenever our lips break, I'll start to kiss your neck, and your arms will wrap around my head. My fingers, having worked their way up your thigh will find the lace of your panties, and in a moment of sheer lust, I'll rip them trying to get inside. And you'll gasp as they drop down your left leg.

Two fingers will find your clit, and you'll gasp, clutching my head closer (as I continue to kiss and nibble your neck) as I rub, making slow circles against your flesh. You'll lift a leg off of the ground, wrapping around me and forcing my body closer to you. My gyrating fingers will withdraw as I place my thigh against your sex. Slowly, I'll press harder against you, taking you fully off the ground as you wrap your whole body around me.

Both of my arms will match your whole-body embrace and I'll launch my own body to the bed, landing with my full weight on top of you, and I'll feel myself melting into you. I'll start pawing you, groping you, and you'll have a quick moment of clarity, realizing that, should your dress fall victim to the same fate as your panties, leaving the party might be difficult, and you'll unfasten the zipper of your dress. I'll stand, marking the first time our bodies have not been in contact with each other, and I'll truly enjoy the little shimmy that you'll make getting out of your dress.

Your dress will slide off the bed and you'll watch, clad only in your bra, as I unceremoniously strip out of my suit, leaving the wool & cotton in a heap on the ground. I'll walk to you, parting your legs with my body and kiss your mouth, my right hand finding the back of your head. My cock will slowly enter you as I grasp your hair at the roots, forcing your head back as our lips separate.

The sound of your gasp as I push myself into you, pulling harder against your hair, will etch itself into my memory for eternity.

When I've fully found my way into you, you'll wrap your legs around me, pressing your hips against me, trying to rock to meet my thrusts, but I'll simply sit there, growing still harder, pulling against your hair, breathing against your ear. You'll whimper, begging for me to fuck you with your whole body, but we'll sit, pressing against one another, until I, simply cannot wait any longer.

I'll arch my back, pulling you, by your hair, to the bed, and pump against you unforgivingly. My left hand will work to your breasts, pulling the strap down off of your right shoulder and releasing one, then the other mound. Continuing to pull your hair as my hips pound against yours. You arch your back with a squeal, and I know I've found that place, deep inside you, and I continue pumping with a new fervor. And then I feel a slight give in my grasp, stands of hair having given away against your scalp -- yet the noises you make are far from those of pain or protest.

My left hand pinches your right nipple, hard, as you reach your climax, and your body falls, limply to the bed, my hand releasing your hair. I press myself deep into you, both hands finding your hips now, to force myself deeper inside. And, again, I do not move, but hold myself there, sweat pouring down my face and body, onto you, as we both catch our breath.

My feet find the floor and my hands work behind you. I pick you up as I stand, my cock continuing to impale you as I head back to the wall and pin you there with my body. With deep thrusts, I pound into you -- and it doesn't take many for my own orgasm to rock me. My arms wrap around you as your body envelops me as I spew my seed deep inside of you. Minutes pass as my erection loses its strength, but my hold on you does not waver. Finally, your head drops to my shoulder "I'm a mess," you whisper.

"Well, let me take care of that," I respond, carrying you back to the bed. And, while you reach for your dress, I kneel between your legs, parting your lips with both hands. You protest, but for only a second, as I lick my way around your labia. Your hands find the edge of the bed and your legs wrap around my head. My hands work to hold your lips wide apart as I attach your clit with my tongue. Quickly, you climax again, your breathing exiting in haggard gasps as I place my tongue deep inside of you, lapping up the mixture of our juices with long lick after long lick.

"There, now you're all clean," I joke as you throw a pillow at my head.

"I think we're expected," you say, finding your dress and placing your boobs back into the cups of your bra. We dress and I pinch your butt, before we leave the room, hand-in-hand.