Really, maybe it's because I'm still quite new to this making love thing.
I can't quite get enough.
Of his touch, his kisses, his moans, his whispers… The feeling of him inside me, I can't get enough.
Every time I think, it can't be better than the last, we do it again and he shows me what better means over again.
I just want more and more of him.
With my legs straddling him in the chair, my clothes have long been cast aside and his pants slid down to his thighs, I'm holding on to his shoulders for dear life.
His firm arms on my waist move me with relentless vigor. The heat inside me threatening to burst with every movement. The blood-rush to my chest and face causing me to flush underneath the bright light.
"Leonis, wait—" I managed. I try to wrap my arms around his neck and rest my head there but it's futile.
"No my love," he breathes, his eyes holding mine. "Not this time," he says and his movements only hastens after my plea.
