The heat of his breath

Part 1

I closed my eyes, I put my lips against his, and felt the heat of his breath against my mouth.

I had to feel his tongue. I knew I must. I had to feel his hands against my breasts.

I tasted him, he smelled of wine and leather. I felt his breath coming in quick gasps.

I felt like a whore, I became so determined to get him naked that I didn't think to keep the door locked.

I bent over him. I felt the heat of his mouth on my back. I felt the touch of his hand against my breast. I felt him move in me.

He turned me around and held my arms, I felt his mouth against my belly, I felt his fingers inside me.

I felt such a huge surge of pleasure that I wanted to scream.

I didn't think, but my hand found and closed over his cock. I put him inside me, and I moaned. We made love.

I moved against him and felt his fingers close over me, pressing me against my furniture. I felt him hard against me. I stretched and came hard and deep.

I was so exhausted, I was dizzy, I couldn't breathe.

"Good girl." He said.

I felt hungry for him, I wanted to do anything he wanted.

I heard him roar, his mouth opening against mine: "I love you". I didn't understand it, I just knew it was over.

I opened my eyes and saw him smiling. I wanted to choke him. It was over.

"Oh, my God," I said, and fell back against the pillows.