Make soft sweet love

I angle my cock, and press my tip to her warm opening. Phoebe sighs and lifts her top leg slightly. I push in.

With my arms wrapped around her, I hold her small naked body against mine. Her pussy grips me as I slowly penetrate deeper. I kiss on her ear. “Your pussy feels as good as you look: perfect.”

She arches and turns her face back to me. “You feel even bigger than you look.”

I bring my face to hers, and we sensually kiss. The kiss turns into a slow make-out while I gently fuck her from behind. The same tongue that was on my asshole is now in my mouth. And I don’t care at all. I want more of it.

I softly squeeze her tits. I give her pierced nipples the gentlest of twists. Her small body melts into mine. Phoebe’s moaning so much it distracts her from the kisses. I praise her, “You’re so fucking beautiful. I love your body.”

My hand slides down from her tits to her abdomen. I press on her between her belly button and pubic hair. I swear I can feel the bulge of my cock in her. I slip it further down between her legs. My fingers run over her slick clit.

Phoebe moans, “Yessss.” She pushes her ass back into me, driving my cock deeper into her.

I groan, “Oh fuck you feel so good.”

I hold her tight against me as I rub her from the front and fuck her from the back. I don’t pick up the pace or try to rush her orgasm. I just enjoy the intimacy with this beautiful woman. Try to memorize how she feels coming in my arms. How her pants quicken until she inhales sharply and holds her breath through the waves of pleasure that ripple through her body.

When she comes down from her first orgasmic high, she turns her face again. Without words she uses her mouth and tongue to tell me how she feels about me. These aren’t passionate kisses of lust, these are kisses of love. Has she really developed feelings for me after all these years of teasing?

I say, “I could do this all night.”

“No. Come in me. I want your baby,” Phoebe says.