Issahil

I nodded, unable to form the words. I needed him, more than I had ever needed anything. I could feel it, my desire for him, coursing through me, compelling me to shudder under him.

His hands roamed over my body freely, exploring every inch of me. Our clothes were soon on the floors and his kisses, worshipped my nudity. I could feel his love in every touch… every kiss. And then we joined as one and my fingers dug into his back, drawing streaks of blood. Our pants and moans ranted over the room.

We soon lost ourselves in each other, our bodies moving together as one… in perfect...