Flesh on flesh, I am shoving at him, keeping my body off his cock (my cock), no contact there, but otherwise I am all over him with limbs everywhere, skin slipping against him, my mouth open and demanding, feeding off him with the violence of need. He is splayed open on the bed and I am pushing and smashing against him, he is desperate to do what I want, aroused and hungry and confused.
I want his arse, my fingers, my knuckles pushing against the sensitive skin, thrusting against him, grabbing roughly at his balls, he tries to open himself to me, I look around quickly, I have no lube within reach, my strap-on over *there*, I am frustrated, there is no way I am going to leave him, not for a second, not when I am like this.
I shove his knees over to one side, he is awkward there, his mouth reaching up for me, his lower body almost foetal, twisted and awkward. I am looming and I thrust against his arse with my hips, trying to fuck him with my cunt, widening my stance to go harder at him, trying to get inside him. He makes a desperate moaning sound as I fuck at him, like I am fucking him, the movement forces his head to smack up against the wall. The solid thud of the impact speaks to me like love and I fuck him harder, pulling him against me and forcing his head ever more brutally into the wall, a deep vicious satisfaction in the thump I feel through his body at each impact. He makes a whimpering sound, a grunting each time the wall hits him, his face shocked at the impact over and again, though he knows it’s coming, of course he knows.
I glance, again, over at the strap-on, over *there*. I am reluctant, so reluctant to let go of him… I just want to get lost in this, but I want more, always more. I am so fucking loathe to lose contact, I slow down my movement against him, I kiss him, hard aggressive, biting at him, then I push myself off him and cross the room.