The man leaned lower and planted a kiss on her neck. She continued to turn, following his every move until her fluffy hair fell freely behind her. He was such a sweet lover, sweeter than most men she'd been with.
He tasted just like old wine, sweet and satisfying. She allowed her body to feel the burning sensation his hands gave to her when they massaged through her soft skin, tearing her apart.
Her emotions built up until suddenly, they exploded into showers of pleasure that could not be explained with words. Then, the man glided on top of her body and began to thrust into her.
It was very slow at first until gradually, he built up speed and thrust faster. The woman began to moan. Who was this man? She asked herself. He had succeeded in making her lose control of herself.
