The Night Of Intense Passion

Her eyes and her pouting red lips captivated him at first glance. She was the flower in the garden at the centre of his desire and he was the butterfly ready to bloom and blossom the flower just with his touch. He lost all sense of time and rhythm and barely remembered having any conversation as he closed the door behind him and led her towards his bedroom. The only thing that stuck in his memory was how all of a sudden they found themselves pressed against the wall of his room. It was the spontaneity, the wildness of the moment that got them going. The primal lust, the agonies of craving and the sheer needs of two people in heat finally found their ways to express the sacred hunger and the carnal desires to each other. She moved closer to him, he put his arm around her marveling at the smoothness of her skin. He took her hands and held them together between his own. He leaned forward until their faces were close and he realised there was nothing to do but kiss her with all the passion he had harbored from the moment she entered into the room. He ran his hands along her back and up into the tangle of her hair. His thumbs stroked the flesh of her neck and cheeks and then he kissed her hard, letting his wetness linger along her lips. Her lips were wild and yearning, eagerly devouring him. Drowned against each other, their bodies woven together raging in an ecstatic harmony. He could feel the hunger emerging from their body. His lungs were inflated and his heart was about to explode at this edge of passion.

Every organ of his body was confused and electrified by the sensations pounding through them. He found himself delighted in feeling the way the measure of his passion made his skin tingle with desire from head to toe. In this moment of pure magic, when he was being carried away by the tender and sensitive touch of her soft lips, he felt a sudden jolt of electricity when all of a sudden she bit his lips. As a spontaneous reaction he moved apart and looked at her only to witness a glare and sparkle of fun in her eyes. Looking at her, when he interpret the language of her mystic eyes, he realised it is the correct time to break the ice and claim her to fulfill her desire, passion and longing. In one smooth motion he lifted her and placed her on the bed. Seeing her all ready to be devoured, he crashed against her on the soft surface of his mattress. He touched and kissed every inch of her skin, making her squirmed and taking her to the edge of passion where she was forced to whisper 'I want U' in his ear. This lustful whisper served as an aphrodisiac for him and flooded his body with extreme feelings of absolute ecstasy. His hands clamped on her waist and he seemed ready to break this final barrier, ready to behold the wonders of desire, ready to exhibit a sensual, steamy and a grand night even beyond the imagination of their wildest dreams. Ready to take first bite of her, his tongue swept her mouth again and in one swift flow of his hips, amazingly, even to his utter surprise he was inside of her. She moaned, long and low, arched and screamed his name and then she clung to him, opened her mouth and bit his shoulder. Now as they claimed each other, there was a deliberate and measured flow in their motion, tears of pain and love in their eyes, ecstasy of carnal rapport in their fusion, an essay of sensuality in their strokes and when he finally exploded inside her, she had gone ablaze with matching wildness.