Like Tigers In Heat [m/f] | 2016

We were young lovers. I, a burly Caucasian. She, a well-endowed Jamaican. A long week had come to a close, and there was only one thing left in our minds: Fuck. After a satisfying meal, we retired to her one-room apartment, washed up, and immediately tore into each other.

We were tigers in heat, biting, clawing, growling. Oh gods, the growling! Past those carnal snarls, no words needed to be said. Our hunger was obvious, mutual, and deep.

We stripped in pieces, dry-humping with fervor as layers melted away. A moment of fuss for protection, and we were ready to mate like wild, angry beasts. The sight of each other's bare chest drove us mad; they were canvasses to be marked with tooth and nail. We gnashed our teeth at each other's bodies, we felt the collision of bone as we jammed our faces together in ugly, hot kisses.

Hunched over her, I penetrated her inviting love socket. We howled at the same waves of pleasure. We fancied ourselves students of the Kama Sutra, or at least a flimsy retelling of it. We moved from one form of advanced missionary to another, desiring new positions yet unwilling to pause for even a moment. We fucked with her legs beside me, then raised to my hip. We boned with her feet behind me, then bunched at my stomach, then raised above my shoulders. She laced her fingers in mine and came, shivering and twitching. I slowed to a halt until her tension subsided. Then slowly, hands and eyes still locked, we began the dance again.

We reversed the vertical progression of her legs, sometimes attempting to hold one knee bent and on leg straight. When her feet reached the mattress once more, I wedged my knees beneath her amply padded ass, raising her maidenhood to me. From here, I could piston downwards into her honeypot with my chest and face pressed to hers. My body could not handle the formal position, so I split my knees like a frog and continued fornication without the loss of intimacy.

Well over an hour had passed since the sun had set on our nude coupled bodies, and it was time for me to end this carnival. She raked her nails across my broad back and it was fire, ice, and electric. I scooped her up and clung to the back of her shoulders as she continued to till rows down my back. Fast thrusts broke off into slow, hard slams of my cock into her hot vagina. I was bashing my pole to the hilt, trying to bust down the dam inside and open the floodgates.

It worked. Fully inside her, my body went stiff and I locked lips with my lover for the climax. My member pulsed and spasmed, flooding the condom inside her walls. My balls emptied into her, and I opened my eyes to the one I loved.

The moment passed. I pulled out, took off the condom, knotted it and disposed it, and collapsed beside her. We lay there soaked, nested in sheets further saturated in our sweat. We were tired. We were happy. We were lovers.