The silk softness of her hair, slipping between his fingers captivated him, almost making him forget the more urgent sensation of her warm, slippery sex rising and falling over his glistening and surprisingly rigid shaft. He watched her labia engulf him over and over, she locked eyes with his and they dared themselves to submit to the moment.
This was joy, pure and simple. No story, no additional baggage. Now, there was just him rising his hips to bury more of himself into her, and her at glorious, utterly unnecessary pains to encourage him to enjoy her body.
Author’s note
Hello, it’s been a while. I set myself a target to ease myself back in, and gave myself a challenge of 99 words. Sally can wait.