The rhythm built between us—urgent, frenzied. She met me halfway, her body trembling, her legs wrapping around my waist as if she never wanted to let me go. Sweat slicked our skin, a sheen of heat that only made the friction sweeter, deeper.
She was lost in it, hands clawing at my back, at the air, at anything that could ground her. Her hair stuck to her neck, her lips parted in a silent plea. I slowed my pace, wanting to memorize every inch of her—how her eyes fluttered open just to look at me, how her lips trembled when I hit that perfect angle. I wanted the moment to stretch on forever, to burn itself into memory.
Leaning down, I kissed her, swallowing her cries, tasting her breath, her desperation, her need. Our foreheads pressed together, her heartbeat pounding against my chest, erratic and wild. I whispered her name. She moaned my name back, her body shuddering as release tore through her.
