'Oh god' her mouth formed a shape of an 0 as she threw her head forward to lean her forehead on his shoulder as he clung to her body, bringing it as close as he could as he kept a steady pace with his thrusts.
His own breathing was ragged and his being was slouching as he tried hard to focus on her warmth and how tight she was. But her moans were too angelic and the rhythm of her breathing gave him a sensation felt below the belt.
'You' he took a long pause as he felt his climax simultaneously being reached with hers 'are going to be the death of me.'
YOU ARE READING
Words of the Forbidden
PoetryIn which a girl falls madly in love with an unexpected candidate. Just small writings and excerpts from a book I may never write.
