He slid into her, inch by achingly slow inch, feeling her wetness glide around him. She moaned softly, arching her back to meet his thrusts. He savored the feeling of being inside her, the warmth and tightness surrounding him. He began to move faster, his hips meeting hers in a rhythmic dance.
As they reached their peak, her breathing became ragged, her nails digging into his shoulders. With one final push, he thrust deep into her, feeling his release fill her up. She cried out, her body shuddering around him as they both collapsed in exhaustion.
Later, as they lay in each other's arms, their sweat cooling, he saw a small puddle forming beneath them. He smiled, knowing that he had left his mark on her, a tangible reminder of their passionate encounter She felt a warmth spread through her body as she recalled his touch, her breath catching in her throat at the thought of their intimate moments together.
