His words still linger in my ears, long after his hands have done their deeds. Their heavenly, naughty, dirty deeds.

The way he loves me is so intimate. Our bodies uniting, connecting like they were made for each other. Whether we are fucking or making love, the bond leaves me breathless.

Tonight was not lovemaking. It was raw, primal, hard, relentless fucking. His hands marking me. His cock leaving my cunt tender, dripping from our lust.

In the afterglow, he pulls me to his chest. His soft side tender, emotional, as he murmurs his undying love for me.