Sweat And Lust

The air in the room was thick with the scent of sweat and lust, a heady combination that intoxicated them both. It was as if the atmosphere itself was charged with a primal energy, crackling like electricity.

“I need you,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. Her body glistened with sweat, a testament to the passion that consumed her.

He could feel the heat radiating from her, setting his skin on fire. It was as if they were two magnets, drawn together by an irresistible force. He couldn’t resist the primal urge that surged through him.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured, his lips finding the curve of her neck. He could feel her pulse quicken beneath his touch, the steady rhythm matching his own.

The room was thick with desire as they came together, their bodies molding to each other like a second skin. His hands roamed over her curves, tracing the lines of her body with a primal hunger. She responded in kind, her fingers digging into the muscles of his back as she pulled him closer.

Their lips crashed together, tongues exploring and tasting each other with a raw urgency. He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin and causing her to gasp with pleasure. She arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest as she begged for more.

He obliged, his hands cupping and caressing her, teasing her nipples to hard peaks. She moaned, her hips grinding against his as she sought out the friction she craved. He slipped a hand between them, finding her wet and ready for him. She bit her lip as he slid a finger inside her, her inner walls clenching around him.

He added a second finger, pumping in and out of her as he watched her face contort with pleasure. She was so beautiful, so lost in the moment that he couldn’t help but be captivated. She reached down, grasping his cock in her hand and stroking him firmly.

He growled, his hips bucking as he thrust into her grip. She smiled wickedly, guiding him to her entrance and slowly lowering herself down onto him. They both gasped as he filled her completely, their bodies becoming one in the most primal of ways.

He began to move, thrusting up into her as she rode him hard. She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back as she surrendered to the pleasure. He reached up, palming her breasts and tweaking her nipples as she ground down onto him.

Their bodies moved in a raw, primal dance, each seeking their release. He could feel it building within him, the pleasure coiling deep within his core. She could feel it too, her own climax crashing over her like a wave.

They came together, their bodies shuddering with the force of their release. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they both caught their breath. She rested her head on his shoulder, a satisfied smile on her lips. They had fucked, and it had been dark, erotic, primal, and raw.

As they lay together, spent and satisfied, the air slowly began to return to normal. But even as the scent of sweat and lust faded, the memory of their primal encounter remained, etched in their minds for all time. And they couldn’t wait to do it again.

© Seductive Poetry