Craving His Touch

He traced a path with his tongue from her collarbone to the space between her breasts, savoring the taste of salt and sweat on his tongue. She moaned, a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down his spine and only served to fuel his desires. He couldn’t resist the urge to pull her closer, their bodies becoming one in the darkness of the night.

The air was thick with desire as they explored each other, hands roaming and fingers tracing patterns on bare skin. He cupped her breast, feeling the weight of it in his hand and the nipple harden under his thumb. She arched her back, pressing herself against him and letting out a soft gasp as he took the nipple into his mouth and sucked.

His other hand drifted down her body, over the curve of her hip and between her legs. She was wet, slick with desire, and he groaned at the feeling of it. He slid a finger inside of her, then two, curling them to hit that spot that made her moan louder. She rocked her hips against his hand, urging him on as he fucked her with his fingers.

He couldn’t take it any longer. He needed to be inside of her. He positioned himself at her entrance and thrust inside, filling her completely. She cried out, digging her nails into his back as he began to move. It was primal, raw, and uninhibited. They moved together, lost in their own world of pleasure.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each thrust and grind bringing them closer to the edge. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of her. He could feel her tightening around him, her orgasm building. He reached between them and rubbed her clit, sending her over the edge. She screamed his name as she came, her body trembling with pleasure.

He followed her over the edge, his own orgasm crashing over him like a wave. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting and trying to catch their breath. They lay there, entwined in each other, basking in the afterglow of their passion. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a moment that they would both remember for a long time to come.

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