Their lips moved in rhythm, bodies swayed together. Hearts raced in unison and air around them turned hot. Like a rippling ocean wave colliding roughly with sand, his ripped body grounded against her and a soft moan elicited out of her wet lips. It was a moment between hell and heaven, between sin and virtue. Which felt wrong and right at the same time. Which makes you feel guilty but exhilarates you even more. And like a drug that is intoxicating, a meditation that is addictive. Simply, it was somewhere hanging between good and bad. And nothing could be more exciting than that.
Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, popping three of them open and slipping it off his right shoulder. Her hand moved feverishly on the bare collarbone, making his hot skin tingle. Her every touch
