Our portions are so perfectly aligned. He knows the rhythm. I trust and a warm tingling sensation begins to rush through my body. I am vulnerable.
Mouth engulfing mouth. He growls with eagerness each time he forces his way inside me. Again, my sensation heightens, as he finishes with a burst of rough trembles and a barbaric yawp.
Eyes so mysterious, the quiet stare can last forever. There is nothing to say, I just lay panting and relaxing in my exhausted body. Absorbing that powerful, electric chemistry is sometimes too much. I am afraid.
– M.C. Beck