ZEIN
With every jerk, every hot breath that fans on my skin, with every sloppy thrust, I want to die. But I take him in, my muscles start to relax after a few minutes, but not because of him no, no, it's because of the way I feel him moving behind me.
The hand around my waist, the way his face is pressed agaisnt my neck, the way he is cradling me like a gentle lover even though he is tearing me open down there.
His soft kisses, soft bites on the valley of my neck are soft, endearing almost, and again … in contrast to the merciless way he is thrusting in and out of me. Something warm is trickling between my thighs, down into the sheets. I have an idea of what it is, but I cannot think much about it.
Not when I want this to be over, at the same time, I don't want it to be over.
I have wanted him, craved for him and here he is. Inside me, fucking me like a wild animal. A wild animal with no experience, sloppily but full of passion.
