Primal Heat

Her body moved with the fluidity of a goddess, each curve and line playing its own seductive melody. The heat between them was palpable, a primal force drawing them together.

He traced the line of her jaw, feeling her shiver beneath his touch. The subtle intake of her breath, the way her lips parted ever so slightly, it was all he could do to keep from devouring her right then and there.

“You drive me wild,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. His words sent a shiver down her spine, causing her to arch her back, pressing herself against him. The contact was electric, a spark that ignited a flame within them both.

His hands roamed her body, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She felt herself becoming lost in him, in the moment, in the primal desire that consumed them both.

With a growl, he lifted her, his mouth crashing down onto hers. She met his passion with her own, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm as old as time. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest, matching the beat of his own.

He laid her down, his body covering hers. The weight of him on top of her, the feel of his skin against hers, it was everything she had been craving.

He trailed kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and down to the valley between her breasts. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, wanting more.

She arched up off the bed, her fingers twisting in his hair as he reached the apex of her thighs. He looked up at her, his eyes dark and full of desire, as he ran his tongue over her most intimate flesh.

She cried out, her back bowing off the bed as he began to devour her, his tongue and lips and teeth driving her wild with pleasure. But it wasn’t enough. She needed more. She needed him.

With a growl, she sat up, pushing him back onto the bed. She straddled him, her eyes locked on his as she slowly, teasingly, began to grind against him. He groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she rocked back and forth, coating his hard length with her wetness.

And then she was climbing onto him, sinking down onto him, taking him deep inside of her. He filled her completely, stretching her, filling her in a way that only he could. She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back as she began to ride him, hard and fast and wild.

He met her thrust for thrust, his hands gripping her hips as he drove up into her. Their bodies moved together in a primal, desperate rhythm, their moans and cries of pleasure filling the room.

It was wild, it was raw, it was pure, unadulterated pleasure.

And when they finally reached their peak, when they fell over the edge together, it was with a scream of pure, primal ecstasy.

As they lay together, spent and breathless, he traced the curve of her hip, his fingers dancing along her skin. “You drive me wild,” he murmured again, and she knew that it was true. She had the power to bring him to his knees, to make him forget everything but her. And she reveled in that power, in the knowledge that she had the ability to make him feel this way.

Their bodies may have stilled, but the heat between them remained. It was a steady hum, a low flame that refused to be extinguished. And as they lay there, wrapped up in each other, they knew that this was only the beginning.

© Seductive Poetry