It was wet…
The weather outside was cold and rainy, wetting the streets and giving them shiny watery appearance, but the temperature within was hot, warm, getting ever warmer with every soft deep kiss on her lips, on her tongue with his hard purposeful fingers finding slits in her silky undergarments. Using his fingers to push aside the obstructions that were her clothes, and reaching the ultimate source of truth for the both of them. The heat registered within her body made it even warmer, an ever increasing agony of her loving body and arousing mental thoughts made it impossible for her to cool down, making her lose herself into his burly arms.
His hands were everywhere all at once, carrassing, touching, feeling, pinching, penetrating and within seconds her insides were more wet than the streets outside. Her mind was lucid over thoughts she couldn’t grasp even when she tried, her thoughts were sporadic with the thoughts of the rough romantic love to come, her hands were frantic grasping at whatever she could find in that intense moment, clutching, holding, scratching the back of her lover, her legs were weak, her passion was the strongest of all time, a lioness hungry for what was hers. A hunger in her eyes, looking right through her eyelashes like a hunter who is about to be hunted herself, scared yet full of pleasure. She could never imagine the pleasures that her special parts could give her.
The two bodies were glued together in a lover’s agony, twisting into each other, turning and kissing, touching and feeling what was fresh flesh. His smell hypnotized her insides, he overcame her innate nature, taking over her whole personality, taking over what she knew was her and giving her a mind shattering blow every second. Her hands clutched the bedsheets so hard, her teeth bit her own lips in the absence of another lip, chewing them, kissing them, her legs expanded and clutched him without her permission, her body moved into his, giving him what he deserves and taking what he was giving her, every eternal second…
She tugged him back into her embrace as he tried to get up for a second, her arms wrapped around his neck, his lips so deep in hers they could be one.
The heat registered in her body surmounted to levels she didn’t know, his hands aroused pleasures in her body she didn’t believe existed, in places she didn’t know she had, however deep, making her weak and slump back into the mattress out of breath, out of thirst. Her hands moved involuntarily back and forth, as he went in one more time. Ohh, she will take the most of this pleasure, why shouldn’t she? After all, she deserves it, she has earned it and this animal is hers to do with as she pleases. As she moved her hands, rubbed them roughly against the fresh wet agonizingly beautiful flesh, his hands gripped her in places that sank her heart. His lips sucked things that she hid from the world till now, his lips sunk deep in her neck, kissing with the deepness of the ocean, thrusting her with the power of a thousand horses. He grabbed her throat, sinking her back in as she tried to rise, thrusting with the force of a tornado, their eyes interlocked, raw pleasure and arrogance in them, their hands clutched with each other’s, and his thrusts went on, went on, went on, went on, went on, went on, went on, went on, one after the other, one better than the other, one deeper than the other, touching every possible part of her and she felt absolute frantic pleasure that spilled over from her mind into a soft slight high pitched moan. He realized this and kept going, and before long, the moans were more frequent and more louder, his hands clutched her flesh, his body moved with purpose and finished the last few rounds with an intense kiss on the lips.
Nothing made sense anymore, the only things she wanted, needed, begged for was the wild animal experience she just had, shattering all her expectations of the limits of pleasure of her body. Her eyes searched hungrily like that of an animal, for the thing that was missing in her, she played with it, kissed it, hugged him there, because she was wet again as his fingers worked its magic roughly up and down, in and out. Her soul screamed pains of missed love, and yet there it was all along she just didn’t see it.
It was wet…. yes it was, but isn’t anymore, as she recalls that night every day in her dreams.