Electrified

Her body trembled under his touch, electric currents coursing through her veins and igniting a primal hunger deep within her core. She could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs, her heart pounding in her chest with a need that was both terrifying and thrilling.

His fingers traced a path up her arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and she shivered with anticipation. She could see the desire in his eyes, the way they darkened with lust, and she knew that he felt it too – this magnetic pull, this uncontrollable urge to claim and be claimed.

“Take me,” she pleaded, her voice raw with need. She could hear the desperation in her own words, but she didn’t care. She wanted him, needed him, with every fiber of her being.

He didn’t hesitate. His lips crashed down onto hers, his tongue delving into her mouth in a kiss that was both punishing and tender. She moaned into his mouth, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair as she pulled him closer.

His fingers found the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head in one swift motion. She stood before him, bare-chested and vulnerable, but she felt no shame. Only desire, raw and unbridled.

His hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her skin as if he were memorizing her. She arched her back, pressing herself against him, feeling the hard length of him against her thigh.

He picked her up, his hands cupping her ass as he lifted her onto the kitchen counter. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he ground himself against her. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, the evidence of his desire for her.

He tugged at her pants, pulling them down her legs and tossing them aside. She was bare now, completely exposed to him, but she felt no fear. Only a deep, primal need that threatened to consume her.

He entered her with a force that took her breath away. She cried out, her nails digging into his back as he filled her completely. He paused for a moment, allowing her to adjust to his size, but she couldn’t wait. She needed him, needed him now.

She rocked her hips against his, urging him on. He took the hint, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. She matched him, meeting him stroke for stroke as they moved together in a dance as old as time.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their moans and gasps filling the room. She could feel herself nearing the edge, her orgasm building deep within her. She dug her nails into his back, urging him on as she crashed over the edge.

He followed close behind, his thrusts becoming erratic as he found his release. She could feel him pulsing inside of her, filling her with his warmth.

They stayed there, wrapped up in each other, for what felt like hours. Eventually, he pulled out of her, but he didn’t go far. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close as they caught their breath.

She could still feel the echoes of their lovemaking, the way her body ached in the most delicious way. But more than that, she could feel the connection between them, the bond that had been forged in the heat of their passion.

She knew that this was just the beginning, that there would be more nights like this. And she couldn’t wait.

© Seductive Poetry