Into the Deep

He kisses Juliet. Such luscious lips beg to be kissed, though John would be happy all the same to hear her talk from them. Juliet is the one equal he has in this world. She is the only person that can understand his problems by just looking in his eyes. She is the only one that is interesting enough to carry on a weekend-long conversation with.

He imagines a lot of those as his hands trace from her hips across her slender stomach, to her breasts. He imagines weekends in her bedroom or yours where reality melts away as fucking becomes sustained, orgasmic, and eternal. He imagine whispers of brilliant words and debates yet to be had, whispering in her ear his thoughts on classic literature as she screams out in ecstasy.

Her breasts are round, spherical, bouncing, and powerful--the hand does not command them, they command any hand that touches upon them. He feels an instinctual order of where to touch and how to tweak those nipples just perfectly. As he does, she moans out of the side of her mouth.

"I want to fuck you," he whispers breathlessly.

She does not bother thinking of a witty or sarcastic remark. All that matters for her is the pleasure. She holds her body up, pressing her hands on his shoulders to get steady. With that, she aims and adjusts her body, mounting his cock gently but hungrily.

That wicked, powerful body of hers expertly slides onto him, centering on the cock. He feels his manhood tremble with rage and a newfound connection to everything that lives inside her. She whimpers, she moans, she whispers as her vagina clenches and her body slowly begins to thrust up and down. The lunges of her body in a rhythmic pattern soak into his mind as he begins to thrust upwards into her in harmony.

His hands possessively hold onto her ass as she slides on him. He begins to help guide her body for his maximum pleasure. It seems she is not too bored herself as her body jolts and shakes with the passion of either an orgasm or the Apocalypse.

"I love you," she whispers.

"More than anything..." he responds.

"More than a sunset over the ocean..."

"More than all the works of art of all history..."

"More than my dildo..."

With that, she screams as she reaches a new height of pleasure, of astounding powerful climax. Her body trembles with an indescribable joy, and her reactions to this make everything all the more attractive for him.

He cum, with a hard, strong load screaming into his sister's body like an invading army. Its presence is clear, sticking into her as she gently pulls herself off with those last few thrusts.

Another kiss. He strokes her hair. She smiles: "Maybe we should have used a condom."