The Catalyst Of His Opaquest Desires {2}

What could conceivably be better than this sensation? Our bodies glued together sinfully, leaving no space for even air, the slow thrust of his waist against mine, the heat rising by every second and dying in the cold air.

Our uneven breaths, looking into each other eyes. I was certain my eyes were the same as his, darkened by the lust slowly consuming us, his hand wrapped around my neck almost restricting my airflow but that was the least of my worries… it's this man before me that caught me between sexual pressure and the heat element accumulating within my body.

So hot!

"Ava" he groaned.

His voice... lost, blackened, it fueled my already dampened core, aching. I rolled my hips into his and got more of him to plunge against my core. His grip on my waist clenched so hard and it was both pain and pleasure.