For Pleasure Only
I was in heaven.
His thrusts were slow, deliberate and with each one, he went deeper and deeper, hitting my walls and an overwhelming tide of pleasure washed through me. The more he thrust into me, the more of him I wanted. I felt like I could never get enough of him, no matter the physical connection between us.
I pushed myself up a little, moving in rhythm to his thrusts and I allowed my legs to curl around his waist while I held onto his lower back, as if wanting him to save me from drowning in pleasure.