What's Wrong Babe?

As I lay on the bed with Jason, my mind was plagued with conflicting emotions. The throbbing need in my body was a stark reminder of the intense attraction I felt towards him, but it was also clouded by the fear of losing him.

“Do you really have to move out?” I asked, my voice shaky with emotion. Jason looked down at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and uncertainty. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head, his touch comforting and reassuring.

 

“I need to have my own place,” he replied softly. “I don’t think I can stay with everyone any longer.”

 

I didn’t say anything in response. Instead, I let my actions speak for me. My hand reached down to his throbbing cock, and I started stroking it gently. Jason groaned softly, his eyes closing in blissful surrender.


The room was filled with a palpable tension, a mix of desire, longing, and unspoken words. It was as if the air between us crackled with electricity, creating a magnetic pull that drew us closer together.

I continued to stroke his cock, and I could feel the heat rising in my body. The need for him was consuming me, driving me towards a place of raw passion and desire.

Jason’s hands found their way to my body, his touch setting my skin on fire. His fingers traced a path along my curves, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both. Our breathing quickened, our hearts beating in sync as we moved towards each other with a hunger that could not be denied.

And then, with a hunger that could not be contained any longer, our lips met in a fierce, desperate kiss, our tongues dancing together in a heated tango. It was a kiss filled with longing, desire, and unspoken promises. It was a kiss that spoke of love and need, of two souls coming together in a moment of raw intimacy.


I could feel the heat of his skin against mine, the urgency in his touch as he pulled me closer, his hands roaming over my body with a urgency that matched my own. Without a word, I made my intentions clear as I straddled his hips, feeling the hard length of him pressing against me.


While I was on top of him, I was careful not to hurt my tattoo.

I positioned my pussy hole on his cock and slowly moved down his long shaft. I could feel every inch of him stretching me, filling me up, I started moving my hips, feeling his hard cock deep inside me. It was an overwhelming sensation, but it was also pure bliss. Jason groaned under me, his hands gripping my hips as I rode him.

I could see the desire in his eyes, the passion burning brightly as he watched me move above him. He was still in control, guiding me to new heights of pleasure with each thrust. I could feel the heat building between us, a fire that threatened to consume us both in its intensity.

As I moved on top of Jason, my heart pounded in my chest. The room was filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the creaking of the bed beneath us. I could feel the heat between my legs as I pressed myself closer to him, my hands gripping his shoulders tightly.

I wanted him with a desperation I had never felt before. I wanted to feel him inside me, filling me up and satisfying the ache that had been building up. I wanted his hands on my body, his lips on mine, his whispers of love and desire in my ear.

As our bodies moved together in a primal rhythm, I lost myself in the pleasure of the moment, the world falling away as we both surrendered to the passion that consumed us. In that moment, there was nothing but the two of us, lost in a tempest of desire and need.


But then my mind wandered to the fact that he was moving out. The realization hit me hard, like a punch to the gut.


I fucked him like it was our last time together, pouring all of my love and longing into each movement. I wanted to make this moment last forever, to freeze time and relive it over and over again. I wanted to imprint every touch, every kiss, every sigh into my memory, so I could carry it with me always.

But when I looked down at him, his face contorted in pleasure, I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. I tried to blink them away, to hide them from him, but they spilled over and rolled down my cheeks, landing on his chest.

He reached up and brushed them away with his thumb, his touch gentle and comforting. “What’s wrong, babe?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.

I shook my head, unable to find the words to express the turmoil in my heart. How could I tell him that I didn’t want him to go, that I couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing him everyday?

Instead, I leaned down and captured his lips in a desperate kiss, pouring all of my emotions into it. He responded in kind, his hands moving over my body with a sense of urgency that matched my own.

As we reached the peak of pleasure together, our bodies writhing in ecstasy, I whispered my love for him.

Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I exploded in a wave of pleasure. My whole body trembled as the orgasm ripped through me, leaving me breathless and euphoric.

As I lay there, panting and spent, Jason pulled back and gazed into my eyes. “Do you know how much I love you?” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. I stared back at him, my heart overflowing with love and gratitude for this man who had brought me such pleasure and joy.

Without a word, I reached out to him, pulling him close and kissing him deeply.