With the gentleness of a caress

Your breath hitches, I place a hand on your chest, keeping you still, as your body arches under me. Your lips part, and in doing so, I seize the opportunity. Rushing forward like a swan's wing furling over her brood, my lips seal around yours, and I can taste the oil on your plush lips. We kiss, and I feel your lips and head rolling as I chase your upper and lower lips. The pressure of my lips and the heat of my breath folding and sweeping into your mouth. Gods, you're magnificent. My hand finds yours, and our fingers clasp, cratering into the sheets below. You feel me in you. My oiled cock sliding home slowly and true. I watch your face carefully as it sinks deeper and deeper, watching for pain, watching for bliss, careful, delicate. You feel your oiled, glistening sphincter part, and tense as the member gently slips past, stretching wider and wider, as you feel my warmth exploring deeper and deeper into you. We feel each other's heat, and I feel the pressure of your insides, as you feel the lubrication of the oiled rod slicken your inner walls. With every passing inch, I feel your rim press around me more and more firmly, and with every inch, you feel yourself wetted deeper and deeper. Until, at long last, carefully watching your expression as my lips continue to explore yours, my cock settles at a comfortable depth. I let it rest there a bit, feeling your muscles, your inner sanctum, adjust, accommodate, slightly relax. I exhale, pleased and relieved with how you took me. My shoulders shift, my hand on your chest comes to cup your cheek, and I brace myself.

Ever so gently, my hips begin their slow momentum-building rhythm, rolling back and forth, as you feel me slide back towards your entrance, enflaming your nerves around your rim, before I press forward again, sending myself once more into your depths, as your ass, legs and chest once more tremble with increasing intensity as I get closer and closer to that sacred spot, slowly, systematically, edging nearer and nearer as the roll of my hips ever so slightly changes. I let you breath, breaking off the kiss, as our clasped hands tighten. No words are needed as I see your panting mouth heave as I gently press deeper and deeper, the oiled cock polishing your insides well. You're getting close. The sensation of me inside you, the feel of the oil, the pulse of my member and the endless rolling of my cock past your rim into the depths of your flesh. One hand clasped amongst mine, mine other hand helping you along, as I return it's palm and grip to the length of your erect cock.

I feel mine own approaching arrival as well. I take a look upon you, and am thankful of the gift fate had given me. The wonder of your form, naked, polished, a jewel of man in it's brilliant shine before me, around me, upon me. I can't help it. I tilt my hips, I release your cock, and grab under you, seizing the arching small of your back, I press forward with my lips again, as we feast upon each other's lips, our breath becoming one, as I take our clasped hand behind your head, as I lean into you, and complete the roll of the hips.

Your muscles seize, constrict, and tighten as your blood surges. Both of our eyes widen with the ecstasy of the moment, And you feel the pressure of my member lighting your inner nerves on fire as I finally land that sacred spot inside you, unleashing myself as I do so. You feel it mix with the oil, spreading just that extra bit deeper inside you. Your hips buck s you feel your balls constrict, your groin tense, your cock pulse with frevor, and I surge forth the roll of my hips to stay in you, as you erupt and paint the underside of my abdomen white, mind blank, taken by the ecstasy.

Hhehh.. Hhehh... Hhehh.., we both pant. I adjust my leaning over you, and then let myself fall beside you, my cock sliding out of you in the process, as you feel your flesh slightly tighten over it's absence - only highlighting the mark it left in your being. Your leg straightens, resting upon the dampened sheets, as your arms come up to rest on your chest and upon your forehead, your chest heaving as you do. I scrape a streak of white of my abdomen with a hand, and gently smile as I turn my gaze from my white-coated hand to your peaceful face.

"There... all polished..." I say, lips next to your ear.