The battle in bed made my sheets stained with sweat and tears, our moans and groans filled the room, and I'm once reminded of the feelings I've felt when he first touched me. It was raw, it was liberating.
The panting follows.
"Fuck."
"Ready, baby?" he asks in a sensual whisper, teasing me, informing me he'll do it faster and harder.
He doesn't need to ask, doing that just increases my lust, I bet he's aware of that.
I don't have the strength to answer, I only moaned back and welcome every thrust he makes. Our unified bodies sounded familiar, the euphoric feeling after one touch to another sends me to depths of bodily satisfaction.
I reached for his neck and he happily guided my arms to where I should hold onto. I never crave so hard for something I'm not used to, and probably thi
