He held me and lifted me and I felt like a feather caught up by a hot wind until I came to lie on the cool white duvet. He held himself over me and looked down into my face. We had no need of words anymore, only touch, and breath. I felt his legs press against mine as he lowered himself slowly to me. His hips met mine, the hardness of our bones met, and the softness of our bellies. I felt heat and moisture surge between my legs as his erection pressed into me from my pubic bone to my navel. I sighed, and a small moan escaped from the deepest part of me. A raw whimper of a moan carrying all the pain and pleasure I’ve ever felt. I sighed again and released a deeper sound this time, a sound that carried with it the anticipation of the pleasure I would soon experience, and of strength to endure whatever pain might come with the risk of living, with the vulnerability of being truly alive. His chest pressed into mine and took my breath away for a second. My nipples were erect and sensitive to his pressure.
