Pelgris

His warm,  softness entered me.  Filling me, pushing heat radiating through and out into the night. Each thrust pulling a startled cry.  I clung to him, legs wrapped around his muscled thighs. 
I float lost, each stroke touching me deep and, like a live wire, grounding me.  I feel it building,  deep in my chest, a scream to drown out the world.  His soft firm lips find mine, tongue sliding over tongue matching the pulse of him.  His fingers, working a magic I can barely sense right at the ragged edge. 
It rushes across me sudden, the power bowing me back, pulling me from his embrace.  The cold night wind mixing with the sharp spiked pleasure.  More, more don’t let it stop.  I don’t know if I spoke aloud but he started pounding into me, like those first gentle minutes were someone else.  Hard, one, two, pause, three, pause, his cock deep inside, pause.  He repeats, he varies. 
I’m soon lost to the artistry of it.  Waves of red pleasure take me. His warmth spills into me wet and knowing. My eyes open looking deep into his blue eyes burning with the knowledge that I am his.  My heart leaps up. I pull him back down. My mouth devouring him. He pulls back.  Eyes holding me, Michael pulls out a silk handkerchief, he pushes into, cleaning me up as his warm cum spills across the hood of his Mercedes.