She begins eyeing him, like she's a starving dog and he's a prime cut of beef, and it causes the ache in his groin, which he's ignored to this point, to become almost unbearable.
He needs release, and he wants it to be inside her.
Without saying a word, he leans down and places a kiss just above her bush and another just above that. Her hands find their way into his hair, stroking it and caressing his scalp as he continues kissing his way up to her belly button, which he circles with his tongue, tasting and loving the salty-sweetness of her sweat, before kissing it, and then proceeds to kiss a trail up her belly and into the valley between her breasts.
He kisses a path up her right breast, lightly tracing her areola with the tip of his tongue before sucking her stiff nipple into his mouth, gently sucking on it while flicking it with his tongue, which causes her grip on his hair to tighten and a low moan to escape her lips.
Releasing her nipple, he kisses his way back down her breast and up her left breast, again, lightly tracing her areola with the tip of his tongue before sucking her pebbled nipple into his mouth, gently sucking on it while flicking it with his tongue before lightly biting down on it, which results in her arching her back, drawing in a hissing breath, digging her fingernails into his scalp and cursing.
She whimpers in disappointment when he releases her nipple, but sighs when he places a kiss above her heart.
From there, he kisses his way up her neck, along her jaw and against her chin before finally capturing her lips in a soft, loving kiss.
They continue languidly kissing for several minutes, her hands roaming over his back, occasionally dipping down to squeeze his muscular backside.
His cock is painfully hard, leaking pre-come, and in desperate need of attention. He wants so badly to be inside her, but he can't bring himself to stop kissing her, so he settles for gently and cautiously flexing his hips in a blind attempt to find her intimate opening. After several failed attempts and through some divine intervention, he achieves his goal.
The tip of his cock presses lightly against her incredibly slick folds, barely beginning to separate them, which causes her to tense slightly before intensifying her kisses, which he takes as his signal to proceed.
He slowly applies pressure, the head of his cock slipping inside her welcoming warmth, eliciting a low moan from both of them. He continues pressing his length into her body, inch by inch, her body stretching to accommodate his impressive girth, until he's finally fully encased in her tight, wet heat.
He remains motionless, buried to the hilt inside her body, luxuriating in the feel of her warmth surrounding him, wishing he could remain inside her like this forever. All too soon, the need to move, the need for delicious friction becomes too great to resist, so he slowly pulls back, his length sliding slightly out of her body, before pushing forward.
That minute movement sends ripples of pleasure coursing through their bodies, so he repeats it, withdrawing a little more before surging back into her.
He does it again, and again, gradually setting a slow and steady rhythm.
And so it goes, his steely length moving slowly and easily in and out of her slick, welcoming heat, her tight nipples rubbing against his muscular chest with each thrust, their tongues dueling as they kiss with unrestrained passion, their senses consumed with each other, their bodies alive with pleasure, their souls filled with love.
All too soon, he feels the telltale tingle in his balls that signals his release is drawing near. He does his best to fight it, not wanting this to end, but to no avail. Resigning himself to the inevitable, he focuses on the moment, focuses on the feel of her body, focuses on the taste of her lips, focuses on her little moans and whimpers of pleasure and commits it all to memory.
He can feel himself teetering on the edge, on the verge of falling over the cliff, and he thrusts one last time, burying himself completely within her, their pelvises pressed tightly together...
...and he tumbles into ecstasy.
His cock swells and begins to spasm sending voluminous jets of hot, viscous fluid surging from his body into hers. Moments later, he feels her inner muscles start to quiver and contract, rippling along his length, milking him as her own release hits, a rush of liquid heat flooding her tight channel and intensifying their pleasure.
Time stands still, and the world falls away as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over them, threatening to consume them. The experience is transcendent, a fusion of minds, bodies and souls, neither of them knowing where one ends and the other begins.
Slowly, he begins to regain his senses. He must have blacked out, because he's no longer kissing her and his head is resting on the bed next to hers, his face pressed into her hair, breathing in the sweet scent of vanilla, strawberries and sweat with every labored breath. He can feel her warm breath, ragged and labored like his own, against his neck, can feel her heart thundering like his where their chests are pressed tightly together as she recovers from what has to be, at least for him, the most intense and satisfying orgasm ever.
As he becomes more aware, he realizes that his full weight is lying on top of her, and he begins to push himself up only to be stopped by her arms, wrapped tightly around him, pulling him back down, holding him close. Instead of resisting, he melts into her embrace, enjoying the feel of her sweat-slicked skin against his. He feels her press a tender kiss to the pulse point on his neck, which causes a shiver of pleasure to surge through him. He responds by kissing her temple, which causes her to shiver and press her face tighter against his neck, and he swears he can feel her smile.