His hand running along my back,
Bending me at the waist,
My nipples hardening,
Pressing against the cold surface.

Fingers slipping through my hair,
Gripping harshly bordering on pain,
His silky smooth cock gliding against me,
Pushing between my cheeks.

I am panting, mewling like a cat in heat,
My need for this man -- only this man,
You can hear it,
You can feel it pulsing,
You can smell it thick and sweet in the air.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers in my ear,
“Oh yes,” I moan and shake,
His tip is so thick and so hard,
Opening my petals with ease.

“Do you need me?” he growls against my neck,
“More than my own breath,”
One quick thrust and he is home.

Crying out, he is holding still,
Connected as one,
Bound by need and lust.

His hand sliding between my breasts,
Fingers wrapping around my throat,
Back to chest, as he begins to move.

Holding tight,
Pounding hard,
Giving him my all,
Him taking every bit of me.

Binding me close,
His need to claim apparent in his thrusts,
Driving my need to give.

Groaning, taking my flesh between his teeth,
My body wracked with shudders,
Covering him with his reward,
As he fills me with mine.

Holding close, leaning forward,
The loving calm after the storm,
Our love sliding down my thighs,
No other words are spoken, as we stay as one.