IN HER SKIN: Different Stories. Endless Lust
“Let go for me. Let it happen.”
With a final, exquisite touch, I tipped over the edge, waves of ecstasy crashing over me, my body trembling in release. My moans filled the air, a symphony of pleasure that I knew he could hear. “Oh, God, Michael,” I cried out, completely lost in the sensation.
“Just like that, Sarah. You’re perfect,” he groaned, and I could hear the sound of his own pleasure, the way he was lost in his own desire. As I came down from the high, I lay there breathless, the warmth of the moment enveloping me.