Heart. Soul. Sex.

We begin with cocktails at our usual spot, tucked beneath the shamelessly fake cherry blossoms at the café down the street, where the breeze was just enough to make us feel like the world was flirting back. We claim our table, half in shade. She orders something called a Hey Ruby cocktail, a combination of gin, grapefruit and prosecco and I order a white peach Bellini. I always order the pinkest drink, and she finds that sexy. Our cocktails arrive fragrant, fresh, cold enough to cut through the heat. We let the first sips loosen the day from our shoulders. We laugh easily about nothing really, the way you do when everything underneath is humming with something unsaid. 

The condensation on her glass slides down in slow rivulets, catching the light, and I watch her chase it absentmindedly with her fingertip. That small gesture—it gets to me. I imagine her fingertip tracing around my lips, sliding softly over the stubble on my cheek. I feel a small movement south, a tingle of excitement, awakening. But we’re not in a rush so I enjoy the anticipation travelling like invisible electricity between us. The pauses, the glances, the way her knee brushes mine under the table as if it didn’t mean anything. As if we don’t both know exactly what it meant.

She is my perfect fit, a petite, long haired brunette with a beautiful face, full lips and large brown eyes. Her skin is purposefully pale but would tan golden brown in a day of sunshine. Sat at the table, she is dressed in a silken black V-neck top with a satin jacket over the top, she looks touchable, luxurious. Her yellow gold necklace is resting gently on her chest, the pendant just above her cleavage and I can smell the soft lime and delicate cinnamon of her vanilla cacao perfume. I am tall with wide shoulders and strong legs from playing soccer. My blonde hair falls in my eyes and she reaches out and brushes it away from my green eyes. We talk, laugh and order another round before eventually sharing a green apple shaped dessert, complete with a small dark chocolate stem jutting out the top—tart but flavorful on our tongues. 

After the last lazy sip of our cocktails, we slip into the back of a midnight-black Audi Uber, sleek and purring like it knows exactly where we’re going. The city is only ten minutes away, but we stretch these moments like warm caramel. Her hand brushes against mine as we talk about everything except what we are both thinking. The hotel, the skyline, the ridiculous pool perched high above Sydney like a secret, every part of it buzzes with promise. And beneath it all, the quiet thrum of anticipation. 

After we check in, we make our way to the room where we make the decision to escape to the pool to relax together while the sun is still high. 

As we change, I sneak a peek at my woman, stripping out of her clothes. She catches me watching and with a smile begins to slide into her black one-piece swimsuit. When she is almost covered, she slips her arms in through the thin shoulder straps and purposely leaves her firm natural breasts exposed, then slowly pulls the front of her one piece over them. She cheekily grins in a knowing way, and I can see that her nipples are erect and pushing hard against the thin black material. She turns so her back and butt are facing me, allowing me to complete my little inspection of her and her sexy new swimsuit. She turns her head over her shoulder to see me in a trance, and she playfully rolls her eyes in a way that tells me that she knows I want her. Then suddenly in a low, seductive tone, she says,

“Cut my tags off, lover.”  

With a giggle she teasingly sticks her tongue out at me. I snap out of my dream before removing the price tag from her back with my teeth and giving her rump a sharp slap. 

“Cheeky.”

We rub sun cream into each other’s skin until it sheens, put on the lush, soft white hotel robes and head to the top floor.

The elevator ride is silent in a charged, giddy way and by the time we reach the rooftop, the sky is already slipping into that indigo hush just before night begins. As we approach the water’s edge, it looks every bit of what we expected. We take off our robes and hold hands to walk down the stairs, expecting it to be a regular pool depth, but to our surprise as we reach the last step, the water barely comes up to my thighs, and for her, just enough to slightly submerge her groin. 

We walk towards the far end expecting and hoping for the depth to increase, but it remains comically shallow. It’s impossible not to laugh at ourselves, like two giants in a kid’s wading pool. We kneel and kiss before looking over the edge, the city spread out in glittering layers below us, sunlight flickering off window panes like they were winking at our arrival. Her laughter is light and girlish as she splashes me, and I playfully catch her wrists, being careful not to hold too tight before letting my hands find her waist, like it was the most natural thing in the world. I kiss her again, this time long and deep, my tongue finding hers. The growing bulge in my swim trunks makes me aware the adjacent apartment building might be getting a show soon, so we decide to retreat to the privacy of our room.

When we arrive back, we step into the shower together. In the warmth of the falling water, our movements slow, unhurried. We wash each other gently, as though tending to something fragile and precious. The scent of orange and yuzu blooms in the steam—bright, clean, almost tender in its sweetness. Beneath the cascade, her skin shimmers, catching the light like silk drawn through water. Every touch is both familiar and newly discovered. She gleams under the water, and I take care to wash every inch of her, my hands gliding over her soft skin, scratching her back in long strokes. We pause to kiss and hold each other tight under the hot water as it comes down on us like rain. Our ritual complete, we step out of the shower, and I towel off. I move to the bed to watch her dry herself and soon she hangs the towel on a hook.

She is now standing in the ensuite in front of the basin facing the mirror, completely naked and unaware I’m staring at her from the bed. Her perfect peach ass catches my gaze and as it does, she raises on to her toes just a bit to lean forward closer to the mirror as she applies some lip gloss. Her calves flexing, she lifts and tilts her ass up and I can see the outline of her sex between her legs, ever so slightly. It’s more than enough to make my cock start to swell.

She turns and starts to move towards the bed in what seems like slow motion. Her body is jaw droppingly sexy, her hair long, past her shoulders bouncing and catching the afternoon sunlight as she takes each step, her perky natural breasts are a little over a handful with rose pink nipples. I can’t wait to get my hands on her. I try to hide my desperation to touch her, taste her, please her. 

She slides under the covers, they are heavy, and the bed is soft, really soft. I roll to my left side as she rolls to face me, draping her left leg over me. She puts some of her gloss on my lips too with her fingers and I taste cherry. We kiss as I stroke her body, gently caressing her in my search for all of her parts I’ve been desperate to have in my grasp. The adrenaline in me is making my muscles twitch and I try to steady myself. As I reach her breast, I take it wholly into my palm and give it a squeeze, harder than usual, but not too hard. I want her to know that I care passionately about her. We are one and I adore her with my everything. I want her to know I want to fuck and give her pleasure. Love and lust.

While we kiss, I work my fingers down to her pubic mound and feel her perfectly trimmed hair that points directly down to her clit and her opening. I love that she curates this tuft for me. 

I massage her clit a little and let my fingers drop down a bit to get some moisture from her sex. Its heat beckons my fingers toward the opening. She reaches for my cock to see if I’m rising and she finds it hard with droplets of pre-cum.

Before I can make my next move, she rolls me to my back, straddling me and I sink deep into the soft bed. I’m trapped. Deliciously trapped. She positions herself on top of me, spreads her pussy lips, and places herself with her clit pressing directly onto the shaft of my cock. She smiles and stares into my eyes.

She leans back and then starts to slide and grind the length of my cock from my balls to the tip, back and forth. It’s amazing and the friction of her pubic hair with the heat and slickness of her sex are driving me to the edge already. I try hard to control myself, while I instinctively, involuntarily sink my hips downwards wanting my cock to slide in.

My beautiful woman slows and collects some of the precum that is now trickling onto my stomach with her fingers and spreads it evenly over the thick head of my cock while still letting her soft pussy lips wrap the base of my shaft. Then she slides backwards towards my balls purposefully and tilts my cock upright. She lifts herself up and impales herself slowly on top of it. Taking me all the way in so our pelvis’ touch. I take a moment to savor this and the sight of my cock disappearing inside her. Her tight pussy grips my cock like a vice. Inside it’s soft, hot and wet. I glide my hands up and stroke her body as she lets me compose myself for a second. I part my legs and bring my knees up behind her so we can balance. I can feel the warmth emanating from her opening at the base of my cock and balls and know I’m all the way in. I thrust a little to get us going again. 

In this position she is so in control and it’s breathtaking. She asks if it’s okay if she rubs her clit a little with her fingers while she rides me and I want nothing more than to see her play with herself.

This position allows my hands to roam and squeeze her tits and tug at her hardened nipples between the webbing of my fingers as I grip her breasts. I’m able to see her whole amazing body as she sits up straight and I get to truly admire this sexual being as we explore each other intensely. Her beauty is not lost on me at any time, but seeing her writhing on top of me as she bites her lip in pleasure is stored permanently in my memory. Our eyes are locked and burning into each other. I take a mental snapshot. Nothing else exists right now. It’s just her and I. 

I rise up to a sitting position to kiss her mouth, her neck, and nibble at her earlobes. I take her breast in my hand and devour her left nipple into my mouth, circling the hard center with my tongue, then suck on it until it’s rock hard while she rides me. I lie back and she keeps control from the top. I want her to cum. 

Her riding and bouncing motions become less pronounced and she takes me in all the way and puts her whole weight in a direct line to her clit resting on my pubic bone. She places a hand on my chest and starts to grind her clit on me as I try to point my cock toward her g-spot. She starts to moan and I know she’s close to cumming. 

I’m barely able to control myself and I lock my hands on to her waist with my thumbs pressed against her hip bones and my strong fingers wrapped around behind, holding her firmly on me to keep constant friction and contact as she grinds and fucks me like never before. I’m engulfed by the soft bed and as she starts to cum, she lets out a blissful moan and I can feel the heat inside her pussy intensify while her contractions constrict my cock, pulsating and trying to suck the cum out of me. I want to cum but never want this to end and resist with all my being.

She slows.

Our eyes lock. She smiles and lifts her hair away from her face and we laugh a little bit as she purposely Kegels my cock which grips me like a fist. Just as she knows I like it. She then bounces on top of my cock like a pornstar as we laugh some more.

We realize I’m now stuck deeper into the soft bed than we thought as we try to roll over so she’s underneath with me still inside her. We make it halfway as the bed is so soft and my cock slips out and whacks my stomach. We laugh again and she says we need more practice. She lies on her back, and I can see her whole body. 

I worship this woman. Heart. Soul. Sex. 

Still lying on her back, her feet are flat on the bed with her knees bent and parted enough for my waist to fit through. I kneel and spread her legs slightly more, stroking her inner thighs with my hands, then placing my right palm flat over her opening to massage and rest it—my fingers pointing upwards and over her mons, caressing the hair in that tuft. I pull my palm away from her and get to view her pussy close up. 

More than once I’ve nearly cum just at the sight of it. I part her lips with my finger and thumb so I can see the opening and slide back the hood of her clit to see it engorged and throbbing. I gently rub my thumb against it in slow, even strokes. I look up and into her eyes— connecting us again. She raises her hips and I place a pillow under her ass to raise her heavenly sex upwards. I can smell the sweet scent of her luscious pussy and I want to inhale it, taste it, slide my fingers inside while she rides my face. I resist my urge to place my tongue flat onto her clit and take a few more moments to massage and tease her from between her legs. I’m still hard. My body is on fire wanting to continue.

When she’s ready, I spread her legs wide and then spread mine too, so my knees are under her thighs. I slide my body in closer and loop my arms under her legs and pull her closer to me from the hips, so she is now resting the tight opening of her pussy right on my tip. We adjust the angle of the pillow, and I lean over to kiss her mouth as I start to slowly push my hard cock back into her. She sucks me in, welcoming me into her satin insides. I start to rock and thrust as we kiss. I slide slowly all the way in and she breaks our kiss momentarily for a tiny breath of air as I sink deeply. 

Her hands cup my face as my arms strain to keep my body weight from flattening her. It helps to take my mind off cumming. I push a little harder and ask if it’s okay and she moans mmm for yes. The motion of our bodies escalates, and we reach a rhythm where I melt into her. I squeeze my butt cheeks tight so my cock is as powerful as it can possibly be. 

As we reach maximum tempo, I feel my balls start to constrict and it’s obvious what’s happening. I start to thrust harder into her and she matches my intensity as my balls smack against her ass with every thrust. I raise my body above hers and look down at her eyes, lips, and tits, and then glimpse my cock disappearing inside of her over and over. I push myself deep into her. I hear her moan again as a sign of her pleasure in making me come.

I release a deep moan in response as my muscles contract and cum starts to shoot out the tip of my cock deep inside her, my cock’s girth swelling and pushing out her inner walls a little with each burst of cum. I’m drained of everything, and we’re covered in sweat.

We lock eyes and smile. We laugh again and we kiss as I lie there still inside her. I never want to pull out. When I do, I watch myself slide out of her and see her wetness glistening over my cock, mixed with my pearlescent cum. One last graphic scene as the early evening stretches across the windows, casting the room and bodies in a gentle hush of gold and shadow.