Scent Of Desire

The air hung heavy and thick with the intoxicating scent of their desire, a potent aphrodisiac that left them both breathless and dizzy with lust. It was a scent that spoke to something deep within them, a primal force that could not be denied.

She could feel the tension building between them, a wave of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her senses. Her heart raced in her chest, every beat echoing in her ears like a drum, drowning out all other sounds. She was a slave to her own body, to the demands of her own flesh.

Her eyes locked onto his, and she saw the same hunger reflected back at her. It was a hunger that she knew well, a hunger that only he could satisfy. She was powerless to resist, and she didn’t want to.

“I’m yours,” she gasped, surrendering herself to the primal force that drove them together. She could feel herself being consumed by the flames of their passion, her body burning with a desire that threatened to consume her.

He took her in his arms, pulling her close against him. She could feel the heat of his body, the racing of his heart. His lips found hers, and she moaned with pleasure as their tongues danced together.

He lifted her onto the counter, his hands roaming her body as he explored every inch of her. She gasped as he touched her, her skin tingling with desire. She could feel herself growing wetter, ready for him.

He growled, a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down her spine. He pushed her legs apart, his fingers finding her wet and ready. She moaned, bucking her hips as he teased her, driving her wild with need.

She reached for him, pulling him closer as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He thrust into her, filling her completely. She cried out, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

He began to move, each thrust sending her closer to the edge. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back as she struggled to hold on. But it was no use, the pleasure was too much.

She came hard, her orgasm ripping through her like a freight train. He followed shortly after, his own release triggering another wave of pleasure that left her breathless.

They lay together, spent and satisfied. The air was still thick with the scent of their desire, a reminder of the primal force that had brought them together. And as they caught their breath, they knew that this was only the beginning.

© Seductive Poetry