That night he made love to me like it was our first time.
Slow. Easy. Hard. Forceful. Gentle. Lovingly.
Duncan made my body ache in the most pleasurable way. He made me cry out his name not in anger, but in need that even I cannot know was possible.
With every caress he made me moan. Each time his lips landed on my skin I laughed and cried out whenever he left his mark against my skin.
He made my body sweat in desire writhing in endless pleasure. And when we became one, it was the most satisfying feeling.
The way his member plused inside me was something different. He was bigger, he was harder, and he was fiercer.
With each movement the bed would make this creaking sound each time he moved.
The way he slid effortlessly inside me was an amazing feeling. He was bigger than me. Much stronger, and yet I could only feel this strength when we made love.
No, Duncan was not like a demon had possessed him. He had his own way of making me feel how much his body wanted mine.
