Cajun Nights

Cajun Nights

I swear if I spend another night with my legs propped over me resting on my Cajun’s shoulders, I will die from orgasmic bliss. His erratic movements, a cross between a figure eight and a straight all out rock bottom thrusts, caused a strangled moan to escape my lips between ragged breathes. My breast bouncing with every full hilt thrust. My thoughts becoming less refined and more primal, all I want is to feed my ever-growing need, my want. I am becoming more and more consumed by it. I feel our bodies becoming slick with our perspiration, I feel him getting closer. His own body engulfed with desire, as he slams deep inside of my tight pussy. His pace quickens as my need is being met. My strangled cries become full moans and screams as he thrusts full hilt into me over and over, in my contracting, slick, wetness. I cling to his arms, our breaths mingled and hurried. My orgasm grips us both, my passion sated with a high-pitched sigh. His pleasure spilled deep into me, uninhibited and unapologetic, as I grip him tighter to me with my thighs. His body slick under my touch, his ragged breathe making him seem as primal as I felt. A cross between a moan and a growl feel the silence other than our breathing. I finally let him go, the air cool against my burning skin, I lean on my elbow and watch him clean up, both of us spent …for now!