After
Tala
He is not patient.
He is rough.
I love every second of the buildup, but he doesn't get me ready and maybe that is what makes me crave him even more. His touch is like fire and with every push into me, I feel like I am flying high above the clouds. I have never felt so alive as when his lips are on my neck or in between each thrust inside me. It's almost a relief to know how much pleasure can come from such pain because it has become an addiction for us both. He lets out quiet grunts and the sound travels to my ears in a rush.
I claw and cling and he pushes with so much force sometimes that I fear one day something will give way under our bodies—the bed frame or mine...or worse still, we could break through the floorboards! But all these fears disappear once his eyes lock onto mine and there is nothing else except this moment together. His hands wrap around my neck, he chokes me to the point where I see stars.