Thick...

The air is thick and hot and hangs like the moss on the trees outside in the moonlight.

We lay on our backs on the crisp white sheets, listening to the fan above us.

Thud. Whoosh. Thud. Whoosh.

I pray for the air to come down from the high ceiling or a breeze to move in off the water.

The crickets sing through the fan's chorus.

Slowly, I reach over to tickle the lower part of his belly, watching his reflexes and the muscles tighten as he tries not to laugh.

Absently I continue, running circles around his navel with my fingertips.  

He sighs contentedly and I move up and down lightly tracing lines along his thighs, around his belly, never touching his cock.  It's a game we play and it takes no time before it is reaching for me, begging me to wrap my hand around it.

But I don't.  Not yet.  It's way too much fun to have him squirming.

I'd make him beg if it weren't so damned hot.

Finally, he begins to squirm and turns toward me, poking my hip with his long, hard cock.

I laugh and begin to protest about how hot it is but he is over me, running a trail of precum down my belly to the cleft of my pussy.

I try to open my legs but his are on the outside holding them together.

Slowly he begins pushing against my lips, until the head of his cock slides against my clit, but no further.

Braced above me, he grabs my hips for leverage and grinds his cock slowly into the cleft, the lips sucking on the juicy head as we both begin to sweat.

Him from the heat; me from the swelling in my clit, the tingling in my toes....

He reaches up for my arms, leans over to kiss me and releases my legs, sliding into my cunt as I cum.

Just in time for him to fuck me.