Euphoria

Euphoria

A trail of heat is left behind as flesh meets flesh. His hands ghosting around my body as he takes and gives, both motions imparting pleasure. Slowly, he soothes the unknown ache, bringing me closer to the edge of something I have yet to comprehend.He whispers my name sweetly, akin to that of a prayer. His breath brushing the conjunction between my shoulder and neck. A place I didn't know could bring such sensation until that moment when I tipped over the edge, seeing naught but white. Without giving me a moment to breath, he took a plunge into my sacred part, the symbol of my womanhood. It was at that moment, with a flash of pain, that I became a woman, no longer a lass. The pain was fleeting, fueled by my previous high, it was immediately replaced by blinding pleasure accompanying his every thrust. In,out,in, out, were the only motions registering unto my mind in the wake of passion. His large hands were never idle, cupping my breast with his left while he grips the dip of my waist with his right hand. Like a mantra, I chant his name. He replies with fervour thrusts, giving me the entirety of his length. Steadily, we both ascend, going higher and higher to the peak. Changing his angle, he hit a place that has never been touched. It proved to be my undoing as my walls clenched around his hot member. With a splash of white, both of us came spiraling down, basking with the feeling of Euphoria.