Worship in the bedroom [Script fill]

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Playtime. The moment when two stressful lives collide back into one. The moment when everything and everyone else just disappears.

The moment when all that exists is you and me. In that moment, pheromones fill the room, painting its walls with intense desire and longing. The premise of a painful day, the promise of a delightful night.

Like two opposite ends of strong magnets, we're drawn to each other. And as we get closer and closer, we can feel the atmosphere get electric. And when finally our lips meet and our hands start exploring the other, we become one.

We're in sync, in perfect harmony, in symbiosis. We share a bond that can only be forged from pure trust, appreciation, and care for each other. A bond thicker than blood.

We are each other's. We hungrily explore each other's body, our hands stopping longer on the parts we love most. My chest, your breasts, my ass, your hips, my hips, your ass, my bulge, your crotch, my face, your face.

As tension builds, we grow tired of clothes being in the way. Our primal instincts take over. We need to feel the other skin as we caress each other's body.

I pull your top up and push your skirt and panties down, my hands firmly gripping and squeezing your bare ass. You get my shirt off, unbuckle my pants, throw my jeans away, cupping and rubbing my aching bulge. My hands on your breasts, your hands on my ass.

We let ourselves sink in the passionate kiss our lust and desires ask for. Moaning into each other's mouth as we caress and grope every curve. We revel in the bliss of our love.

It's in those moments that we feel the most alive, the most human, the most vulnerable. The nakedness of our emotions taking over a life full of obligations and logic. We know each other well.

We've played this game before to the point we needn't ask to know what the other craves. One needs control while the other needs to let go. One needs to relinquish control, the other seeks to gain it.

We mirror each other and we mirror ourselves. We complete each other, yet we're so similar. Who is really in control? Is it the dominant that seizes it or is it the submissive that freely gives it? Does the dominant need to grab control or does he need to be given control? Does the submissive need to offer up control or does she need to have it? None of it matters.

The only thing that matters here and now is pleasure. Your pleasure. So I get to work.

I cup your chin and kiss you. I grab your cat ears and help put them on. The way you look at me as I do is enough to melt my heart and drive me crazy.

But as you try to get on your knees, I grab your arm and tell you, on the bed, all fours, now. Without hesitation, you do just that. You get on all fours at the edge of the bed, not knowing what's gonna happen, but excited for what could.

As you look back at me, your gorgeous eyes piercing right through me, my heart skips a beat. In this moment, there are many thoughts rushing through my head, but none rival the one thought that screams aloud to see my mind. I'm so lucky.

So lucky that our paths crossed just the right time. So lucky to have met you. So lucky to have met such a wonderful, kind, thoughtful, genuine person.

So lucky to have found each other. So lucky to be sharing my life with you. So lucky to be sharing the most intimate parts of our lives with each other.

So lucky that such a gorgeous lady would enjoy my company. So lucky that you would trust me enough to be our fullest. The shared beauty of the pose, the meaning of the roles we play.

All these thoughts, all my love for you, all my lust, they fuel me with intense desire for you. A burning desire to please and pleasure you. So I take one good look at your gorgeous ass.

Your black thigh highs framing your beautiful and exposed bare pussy. Without fail, I bury myself in it. From the moment I put my tongue on it, my mind goes blank.

I could not handle the idea of getting to please such a wonderful, beautiful creature. Instead, all that fill my mind are the sounds of your pleasure. As my tongue gently massages your flower, my hands wonder your body.

I gently caress your thighs. I pinch your nipples. I smack your ass.

You try to look back at me, and as I feel you move around, I utter, thank you, kitten. So your heart skips a beat. You're used to baby, babe, love, cutie, sweetie, cutie pie, and sweetheart, but not kitten.

It could be for the cat ears. Deep down, you know exactly why I call you that. It doesn't happen often, but it's always before we both have the most amazing time of our lives.

You look at me, and you try really hard not to melt. My eyes are closed. My tongue is focused.

My hands are wandering, and yet, all you can see is the peacefulness on my face, and the pleasure building from giving some to you. All you can see is that I'm in my zone, doing exactly what I love doing, giving you pleasure. One thing you know is that giving you pleasure makes me feel intense pleasure as well.

The feedback loop of love and pleasure sends you deep into your zone. In that moment, we're finally free. We feel complete.

We lose ourselves in that moment. We lose track of time, and you lose track of your orgasms. I lose track of the slaps on your ass, and you lose track of the love bites I leave on your skin.

I lose track of when I switch from eating your pussy to tonguing your cute asshole. Our minds are blank, and we're rattling in pure bliss. We can only hear moans, groans, and slick, wet noises.

I abruptly pull my mouth away. You quickly look back, and a bit of frustration reaching your core until you see me, completely drunk, with an arc of spit linking my lips and your cheeks. I lay down on the bed, and you crawl to my legs.

My throbbing cock doesn't escape your notice. You grab it with your soft hands, gently lick the pre-comb off my tip. You wait for a second, and as the first shiver settles in you, take me into your mouth.

I let out a loud moan, and you take me deeper down your throat, making me grab onto the sheets. You know how we roll. It's not an eye for an eye.

It's not a trade. It's simply doing to the other what they want. As much as tonight is about you, about worshiping you, you're making sure I could never forget that you love sucking cock.

My cock. The cock that's yours. And as you're working hard on me, worshipful words escape my mouth.

My compliments your talented mouth, as if you couldn't tell by my moans. I tell you how good you're making me feel. I let you know how lucky I feel to be with you.

Elegant words turning into mush as intense waves of pleasure keep being sent all the way through my body and down my spine. And as I ramble about how eternal your beauty is, and how good you're taking it, my hands reach the back of your head, and you stop on the way up, circling my tip with your tongue. You wink at me, signaling me to do as I please.

I bob you up and down my cock like a flashlight. Your moans, glucks, gagging plays the melody of our pleasure. I whisper how good you are for taking it so rough.

And tears run down your cheeks as I go faster and deeper. You're not scared. You know how much you can bear, and you trust me completely.

You just lose yourself in being a good wormhole for me to fuck, to use as stress relief. It doesn't take long for me to succumb to your skilled throat and mouth. Thus, I fill your mouth as you drain my balls dry and watch you swallow.

Neither of us really wants to go much further tonight, especially if we plan on ever getting to sleep. You slide up and reach for my lips. We hungry devour each other's mouths, letting our tongues dance and share caresses.

I break it off, biting your lower lip, and ask you to straddle my hips. I want your tits in my mouth. I whisper in your ear.

With my hands firmly holding your hips down, you lower your breasts into my face. I start with your right nipple, and as I'm sucking on it, you place your hands in my hair, both holding me lovingly and running them through my hair as an indication of your pleasure. Your throat is a bit sore from all the moaning and fucking, but your whispered moans are even hotter to me.

The moans you make when you've had more than enough, but I can't keep my hands off you. So I suck. I hungrily pull you into my mouth.

I run my tongue in circles around your nipple. I lick your soft skin. I plop you out of my mouth.

I look up at you to maintain eye contact. That look of intense love just makes me melt. Soft moans, nipples, and slow, gentle fingering is how we spend the next eternity together.

And we both can't take much more of it. We break it off on my side, by side on the bed. In a few seconds of silence, let us take in the whole thing that just took place.

Happy to find the wetness on our mouths and finger hasn't dried yet. The silence is only broken by the loud love in our eyes as we gaze at each other, and the warm cuddling that ensues. Whispers reaching our ears, how good it felt.

How safe with each other we felt. How in control we felt. How we, yet again, top the best night of our lives.

As contentment fills our souls, the last remains of energy leave our bodies. We fall asleep in each other's arms, holding on tight.