Spicy Hot
Our eyes are locked.
— Come with me, I growl against her lips, beneath my palm. I don't fall without you.
She nods, wildly, her eyes promising hell and paradise. Her body tenses beneath mine, every muscle stretched to breaking. I remove my hand from her mouth. She screams, a long piercing cry, and I feel her interior contract, grip me in a series of mad, intense spasms that pump, that suck, that demand.
It is too much. The wave breaks me.