MAYA

Donovan's hands move along every curve and dip of my body, my breath hitching in response to his touch. Every kiss, every whispered word, it fuels the fire that blazes between us, an inferno neither of us wants to extinguish.

Our body movements on the same level and rhythm, a perfectly orchestrated dance of ecstasy. The room is filled with the aura of our combined pleasure, our heartbeats dropping in unison. We reach heights unknown, pushing boundaries, the urge grows higher and higher with the touches from Donovan, he knows what I need and where I need it, the style I need it. He can't do otherwise, I can...