“Mmm, baby yes,” I groan, as Lavar puts a swivel in his thrust which somehow enables him to find my sweet spot. “You go, boy. Yes, just like that.”
The water starts to become a bit choppy. A pack of wild birds swoosh through the air overhead without a sound, but appear hurried nonetheless. It’s the quiet before the storm. Picking up on the building need for diligence Lavar increases the rapidity and intensity of his stroke. All without disrupting the rhythm we had established.
Handfuls of bed covering fill my palm as I pant and moan helplessly. Struggling desperately to brace myself from the thorough dick lashing I was in the mist of receiving
from this man.
“You see what you do to me?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I hum in response. Apparently my reply isn’t good enough. He gives my rear end a tremendous smack, one that borders on pure savagery. I gasp as the sting from his heavy hand grips me. Fortunately the pain subsides quickly and is replaced by a delightful tingling sensation, courtesy of the hundreds of thousands of now active nerve ends. All responding to the sudden stimuli provided by the impact on my ass.
The shock only adds to the already volatile undercurrent, sending the minuscule rowboat rocking to and fro over the choppy waters. Lavar grips my waist tight on each side to use his strength and leverage to burrow his length deeper into my center. Deeper than anyone has ever gone before. His rigid shaft, so deep inside my sopping wet cunt, sparks sensations throughout my body so deliciously unfamiliar it scares me. Surely I must be having a near death experience I fathom, as this has got to be what heaven must feel like. I bury my face in a stack of pillows near the headboard in order to avoid waking the dead while I scream like a wild woman.
A knock at the red door leading to my mind pulls me out my zone. It’s guilt. Unbeknownst to him, he’s making a most unfortunate mistake in paying an unwelcome visit to my conscience during a really, really bad time. It’s a transgression for which guilt is about to pay in full for. An open-handed smack brings the unwanted intrusion to a speedy end, sending the unwelcome guest scampering away clutching its cheek, teary-eyed.
With that out of the way I am free to relish in the multitude of wicked sensations gratifying various parts of my neglected body. I adjust my whores posture, face down, rump high, fists full of bed covering, uttering obscenities into pillows with virgin ears.
Somewhere off in the distance an eagle shrieks, high overhead, while surveying the land. I didn’t realize that there were eagles in this part of the country.
Our once calm, peaceful and lazy river has now grown into an all out white water rapid. Somewhere along the ride Lavar manages to lose his paddle. When this comes to my attention, I find myself questioning how long he can steer the boat?
The water, which only seconds ago was multiplying exponentially in its level of agitation, returns to its original peaceful calm. Puzzled, I take in my surroundings, in hopes to figuring out what accounted for the change. Initially nothing stands out, but once I studied the horizon it all began to make sense.
As if on que, an anomaly my mind could only describe as a quiet roar announces its presence on my outer ear. Slowly, slowly, slowly the gentle grouse increases in decibels until the sound becomes more deafening than ten 747’s flying at low altitude. Lavar is steering us straight towards a waterfall and I didn’t mind one bit.
He continues to thrust, each stroke propelling us closer, and closer, and closer to the edge. Tiny, glistening beads of sweat gather for an old fashion family reunion on my brow. They forge pathways down the sides of my face, hell bent on seeking refuge within safe confines of the pillow.
Lavar’s deliberate, controlled rhythm suddenly turns wildly staccato. “Oh shit girl, I can’t hold it,” he moans.
“Let it go,” I whimper. “Don’t hold back, just let go.”
After a few more pumps of me, I feel lover’s movement stiffen. Love talk, dirty talk, pillow talk is all traded in exchange of incomprehensible baby gibberish as we both go over the edge together.
“Damn,” I ponder. “Did lover remember to use a life preserver?”
