Heat

The room is hot, ridiculously so. The air humid from our panting breaths and the movement of our bodies. We are slick with sweat and not giving a damn. He is laying beneath me, hands digging into the pillow like a life line, his raven hair spread out like ink on paper. Hips arching in time to my every motion, pulling me deeper, harder, begging to fuse us into one flesh one heart. 

It's hot, so unbearably hot. It's hard to breathe and I'm panting trying to take in enough air. I'm filthy from sweat but I can't even bring myself to care. He is above me griping my hips as an anchor in this world, I can see his eyes glowing like emeralds in the dark. His body forcing mine into submission, it hurts however the pain is minimal compared to pleasure.

It feels like we have known each others bodies for years, finding each and every pleasure point. Somehow even though I have never touched him intimately until now I am aware of all the sensitive places on that slender body. I love every shiver , every almost silent moan, every time he clenches his fingers in my hair.

He knows my body in ways I've never imagined, in turn I seem to know his body just as well. Despite never having known him in this way before I have found every erogenous zone on his muscled frame. I cherish all of his  tremors at my touches, his groans of desire, his fierce hold on my body.

I pull his leg higher on my hip and slip deeper than ever into his warmth. He gasps, one of the most audible noises he has made. He trembles and moves his legs, one knee bending till his foot is flat on the bed giving him more control in our act of passion, the other leg wrapping around my hips demanding that I sink further into him. I begin to move again but he makes me slow down leading me into a slow deep grind instead.

He adjusts my leg and I feel him more than I thought possible. I can not help but gasp as he hits my prostate with perfect aim. I want more, so I change the angle moving my legs so he rubs against my pleasure spot every time he moves, and so I can move with him as well. He starts moving pushing deep , just as he begins to pull back out,I refuse to let him. Instead I raise my hips and drag his body back into mine with my leg around his hips. A slow sensuous pace driving me mad.

It won't be much longer nither of us will last much more. His gorgeous indigo eyes are glazed over in lust and his pale skin is flushed with excitement. His kiss swollen pink lips are open , his expression lewd and making me even hotter for him. I roll my hips into him a bit harder and I feel myself twitch. Then it happens, he arches up quickly, a small whimper escapes his mouth and his legs quiver . The look on his face is pure sin and drags me into heaven with him. We lay together panting harshly, slowly recovering from pure bliss.

I can't last any longer, and judging by his movements he can't either. Eyes of forest green are staring at me with hunger and need. That sinful mouth whispering praises and commands causing fever to pool in my body . He rolls his hips into me firmly and I swear I can feel him jerk as I begin to come apart. As I lay beneath him convulsing in delectation I feel him quake a he joins me in rapture. He relaxed upon me breathing harshly as the two of us recoup our energy.

We don't talk, we don't cuddle. We only bask in the new knowledge of each other. The fact that we fit perfectly together. The amazing heat that only comes from two people who are made for each other.