The moment our eyes lock, there’s no denying it. I can feel the heat between us, the unspoken desire that’s been simmering all day.
I tried to hold back, to play it cool, but the temptation is too much.
He moves closer, his presence intoxicating. That look in his eyes, smoldering, hungry, tells you exactly what’s about to happen. You know you shouldn’t, but you’re already giving in, drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
The first kiss is sweet, almost innocent. His hands find their way to your skin, pulling you closer, making you crave more. He touches my breast, making my body move with desire.
He kneels down, and I feel his lips on me, igniting a fire within. I can’t take it anymore, I want him to feel me. So, I climb on top of him, guiding myself closer, feeling him inside me.
The sensation is overwhelming, and both of us are moaning with pleasure.
The heat builds between us, faster and fiercer, until nothing else matters but the moment.
You tell yourself, just one more kiss, but it’s never enough. The sweetness of his touch, the fire in his eyes, it’s a guilty pleasure you can’t resist.
You’re lost in it, drowning in the desire, knowing that you’ll never want to stop. Some cravings are just too sweet to ignore. And with him, I never want to.
