Her Obsession
I leaned down, kissing her neck, tasting the salt of her skin, feeling the frantic pulse throbbing beneath my lips.
“You feel so good,” I murmured against her ear, my voice hoarse with my own escalating desire. She whimpered in response, her body convulsing slightly.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice thick with emotion. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Her hips rose to meet my every thrust, her body a taut bow string, vibrating with anticipation. I felt the building pressure, the delicious friction, the overwhelming sensation of being completely, utterly consumed by her. The sounds of our bodies, wet and urgent, filled the room, a testament to the raw, untamed passion are now shared.