GRETA:
When I finally fall asleep, I am cradled in his arms. The world seems peaceful and noiseless and the only thing I can hear is the wind softly slapping against the silky drapes and the sound of his soft breath as he sleeps.
I try not to move for the fear of this moment evaporating into thin air. I believe I am still in a dream and would soon wake up so I remain as silent as I can, savouring this moment.
We'd made love to each other. The feeling of him inside me couldn't be compared to any other. The whole time he kept thrusting in and out of me, I stared at him like I was watching a piece from the museum. I shed literal tears and he kissed them away.
He lifted me in his arms and sat whilst he kept thrusting in and out of me. He even gave me the access to be on top of him, ridin
