Your words in my ear

So raw and unfiltered

Telling me what you’re

About to do to me

You set me on this pillow fluffed

Your face buried deeply into me

Squeezing my cheeks

Pulling me tighter to you

Sipping my lovely

Full, sweet lips

Spreading me open with your tongue

Brown gives way to pink

You murmur into my silken depths as

You feel my wet spasm against your eager mouth

Writhing, my hips bucking

Until I fear I'll drown you

Begging you to enter me

Finish me

Press your messy mouth over mine

Let me taste that gifted tongue

Let me feel your moan in my mouth with

Your shuddering release

The only sounds now

Rain on the roof

And your breath at my ear

The soft, steady rain on the metal roof is soothing, but she longs for more this night. She sighs and stretches in her bed, checks her phone.

She can't stop thinking about him. He has a certain quality she can never get enough of. He has a humble confidence as he speaks on matters he is passionate about, with a distinct masculine growl that runs throughout.

His voice makes her wet.

Yes, his physical nearness and the sound of his voice at her ear would be divine right now. She feels a tingling warmth and knows sleep will not come now.

She wants to call him, but what does she say?

I want you to fuck me relentlessly.

She imagines him taking her roughly from behind, the fingers of one hand digging into her hip as he pulls her against in him hard thrusts. His other hand gripped mercilessly around the back of her neck, pinning the side of her face to the bed. Her squirms and noises of pleasure make him more forceful. He promised he would destroy her and he intends to keep his word. He reminds her by speaking these words into her ear. She shudders hard against him, crying out loudly. His beard grazes the skin between her shoulder blades as she finishes coming hard on him. He then empties himself as he can no longer fight her snug sleeve massaging him rhythmically. He eases his grip on her and slowly plants kisses on her back. He says her name sweetly while his pulse pounds wetly within her. She is indeed, destroyed for all others now.

She swallows hard with lust.

Shit.

Frustrated, she decides that earbuds, a recording of his voice, and her favorite will have to do tonight.

Thank God for technology.

The end of the world was coming.

A close friend told her so. He was wise and had never steered her wrong. She made a decision that day to start being more bold.

She went about her day at work as normal, but mostly, she thought of him. Those imaginative and specifically carnal thoughts of him were drug-like and incredibly potent. She felt hot, sweaty, turned on. She had wanted him for so long.

She'd squeeze her thighs tightly together and squirm on her office chair. At times the ache was so unbearable, she just had to sneakily slip her fingers past the lacy elastic of her panties. She worked them rhythmically right there at her desk. Two fingers slid on either side of her swollen clit, imagining it was his tongue. Her silky lips became even impossibly more wet when she was nearly caught by a coworker. The risk heightened her pleasure.

At the end of her day, she stopped at the post office. She kissed the small, flat bubble mailer before dropping it into the outgoing box. She nervously smiled as she walked back to her car; she'd never done something like this before.

Three days passed. Then five.

Finally, the phone rang. It was him.

He sounded flustered, "I got your... mail."

"Are you shocked by my gift?"

"No. Yes- I don't know. No."

"Did you... enjoy them?" She asked boldly.

"Ummm, yes." His voice was thick with emotion. Lust.

She smiled. Now he has no doubt how she feels about him. It's his move now.

She wished she could have seen his face when we got the mail that day.

She had no idea.

What she hadn't seen was him tearing into the package once he realized what it was. She also did not see the way he buried his face into the fabric, inhaling her earthy musk as deeply as possible. The way his mouth watered and the room spun.

It would have pleased her greatly to know how he flicked his tongue over the most heavily scented area he could find, tasting her. He thought of her full tits and long hair as he stroked himself vigorously. He wished she was straddling his face.

Her scent was the most intimate part of herself she could share with him and she was glad she did so. Besides, the world was coming to an end. She had it on good authority.

It was time to be bold.

There was nothing left to lose.

His tattoo was just above his hip and ran up along the side of his abdomen, to just below his ribcage. Never before had the sight of a tattoo made her salivate. The placement was so incredibly enticing; the sight stirred a hunger within her. She wanted to trace an outline with her curious tongue and taste his hot skin. Run her soft, full lips over each detail of the design and make him quiver against her mouth.

She longed to have her hair splayed across his chest as she nuzzled, kissed, and licked, working her way south. She wanted him to feel her humid animal warmth rubbing on him just below his knee as she slowly pulled him into her mouth and greedily sucked him. He was an edible work of art she wanted to devour.

I want you on me

Pressing hard into me

Your hands cradling my ass

While you are plunging into me

My arms laced around your neck

Fingers entwined in your hair

Pulling your face to my face

Kissing you deeply

My legs wrapped around you

Heels digging into your cheeks

Wanting to feel each hard thrust

But not wanting to let you go

My hips wiggling against you

Rising up to meet you

Never able to be close enough

Never wanting this to end

You're driving and I'm beside you, my bare right foot propped up on the dash. I hike up my sundress, the sun feels good on my skin. Panties were "forgotten" today.

You look over and smile at me, your eyes bright. I don't even know or care where we're going today. I'm just in a blissful state knowing we're together, finally.

You reach over and slide your hand over my knee, along my upper thigh, pushing the hem of my dress out of the way. Stopping there and squeezing for a few moments. I love the feel of your firm grip.

It occurs to me that other drivers may see us. Maybe even truckers with their elevated view. Good for them, I think. To think we may be seen just makes me more horny.

Your finger starts tracing my lips, exploring each curve enticingly. I recline my seat just a little bit to allow you better access.

I can hardly believe all the delicious feelings you're creating with just one fingertip. You gently press on my hardened button, swollen with sweet anticipation. I'm powerless against the firm, tight circles you are making there.

I shudder with a small orgasm and feel slightly self-conscious as your fingertip encounters my quick wetness. You raise your fingertip to your mouth, lick it thoughtfully, and then return to me, plunging in.

You are enjoying my silky smooth, wet folds, your finger making motions that are driving me out of my mind with pleasure. I lift my hips towards your hand, trying to allow for maximum touching.

Now you slide in two fingers and leave them there briefly for me to enjoy. I squirm and squeeze against them tightly, savoring the feel of each knuckle as I eagerly envelop them with my wet heat.

You soon begin to work me rhythmically. Little sounds escape me and my back arches involuntarily as I can't hold it back much longer. I need more. I need you.

I beg you to pull over now so I can have you deep inside me. You are managing to please me and torture me simultaneously and I can’t handle another second. I'm sitting up now, quivering on your fingers, soaking wet, hotly pulsating, holding your hand tightly to me, trying to bounce, begging you...

My own noises wake me up. I'm naked and sweaty. Writhing against a body pillow, wet fingers working furiously, panting, reaching for invisible you.