But he disarmed me.
Powerless, I gave in to all his demands.
I wanted to rush, but he savored.
So I let my inhibitions go and allowed him to caress me.
I wanted hard, rough and dirty all night long, but he was increasingly gentle.
So I slowed to his pace and let him consume me.
I wanted to keep my eyes closed.
He kept his open.
Demanded that I do the same.
In that deep, commanding voice he told me to look at him.
Only him.
Always him.
So I watched him as he touched me.
I held him so tight I thought he’d cry out.
I opened myself so wide I thought I’d split apart.
I almost bawled when he descended on me.
Gathered me up.
Took me into him.
Filled me to the brim.
Then he carried me away on a heart-breaking and tender rhythm.
His kisses stole my breath.
His strokes stole my sanity.
When I thought he couldn’t push me any more, he whisked me to new and higher heights of pleasure. Planes I never experienced even in the depths of our wildest passions.
Something deeper.
A taste I can’t get enough of.
Even now…
I touch the corner of my eye and feel the tears forming.
Stupid girl.
It’s just sex.
Amazing sex.