Eyes downward, lashes lain across cheeks, she bites her lower lip tenderly. His large hand grasps her chin and gently forces her to look upward. Her violet eyes meet his hazel ones, and his jaw relaxes slightly. She sees the carnal hunger in his eyes and she blushes, soft pink filling her cheeks. How could he find her attractive? She thinks of the scars on her thighs, the chubbiness under her chin, the stutter in her slight southern drawl and she recognizes her own insecureness.
He thinks, "How can someone be so beautiful?" Such soft curves of a true hour glass figure, such piercing eyes and beautiful voice. He cups her left cheek with his palm and he leans in to kiss her. His breath lingering on her lips for a moment before he melds his lips into hers.
Breathing a sigh of comfort, she leans into him, welcoming a deeper kiss which he readily supplies. Strong arms wrap around her waist and she is lifted into his lap. Her hands feel the taughtness of his shoulders and neck, taking them as they were, hot, moist, trembling slightly. As they twine their lips, tongues together, she works her fingers in a pattern on his back until he is relaxed. She tugs at the fabric of his shirt and he lifts his arms, giving her permission to take away the clothing.
In return he pulls off her tight blouse, relishing the beauty of her bare skin as she reaches behind her back and unclasps the hitches of her bra. Lips roaming tenderly over the hills of her breasts she sighs and buries her hand in his hair, moving his mouth to places that need the most attention. Lips, tongue and teeth work her sensitive nipples as she grinds her hips into his. Beginning the motion that focused heat and lust to spread through both of them.
His hands find her voluptuous derriere and he grasps two handfuls, bracing his weight while carrying hers. He lay her down on the soft cushion of the couch and she watches with impatience as he removes his jeans and briefs. With shaking hands he unzips her denim skirt and as it slides down her hips smoothly he thinks, 'how beautiful'. She closes her eyes to her own nudity but he insists she opens them and embrace that she is a goddess in her own right. Her smile is sweet on her lips and she pulls him into her, wrapping her legs around his hips and guides him into the apex of her legs where she is hot and wet. And as his initial thrust flows into her she arches her back and cries softly into his ear.
The tightness of her muscles makes him growl in pleasure and he fights to be gentle. But her hips urge him on and he realizes that she wants- no, needs control. In one swift motion he rolls with her until his back is on the couch and she is straddled atop him. In that moment she becomes the powerful woman he knew she could be and she works wonders with her hips. His hands clench tightly to her waist she gives him a ride that he will never forget. His entire being is flooded with desire. the scent of her perfume, the sway of her breasts as she rode him- the sweet sensual moans that escaped her throat as she guided them both to orgasm.
As she does so she cannot fight the curling of her nails into his chest nor the way her eyes kept closing as the urgency of her orgasm keeps building and building. It is just as fair for he as his moans turn from aggression to whimpers of sadistic proportions. He begs her for release and she knows that she is in total control of his orgasm, but not her own. He has that power and he does not even realize it until he accidentally brushes his finger across her clitoris and she shivers violently. Smiling, he takes back some of control as he traces lazy circles on the nub of the sensitive flesh. She whimpers and throws her head back, whimpering and thrusting her hips forward.
He brings her closer until at last the rush of her orgasm rushes through her and into him. the contraction of her muscles suck and squeeze his cock so violently that he loses control and gives into the orgasm that rockets through him.
In post coital bliss they stay together, calming each others breathing until they are relaxed enough to curl into each other. Her body is miniscule as he curls his body around hers. But she is not afraid, no, she is steady, relaxed. He breathes praises and beauty into her ear as he traces patterns of calmness over her side, her hips, her breasts.