Feed it, fuel it, succumb to it. But the hunger doesn’t subside. It intensifies
needing, clawing on my sleek skin. With every arch of my back, he thrust even deeper. I could feel my velvety folds getting sleeker, but the hunger for more doesn’t stop. I met his thrust with my hips and my legs wide open to receive him. I can’t explain how much I want him. How much hunger for his lips and how deep my craving for him.
Every glide and stroke of his tongue sends shivers down her spine summoning the lake to swell, little buds of roses to blossom in sweet harmony with every sound from her lips. Finally the clouds parted and the heavy crescendo of rain came down greeting his warm presence.