What am I doing…?
His hot breath rained down on my neck. Darkness consumed my vision as I felt his powerful body over mine.
How did this happen…?
The thoughts came, unwanted, into my head. I dug my nails into the flesh of his back and heard his soft moan of pleasure in reply. His head moved down to grace my collar bone with the tenderness of his kiss. Surely this was right.
This isn't right.
I shook my head, attempting to clear it of such thoughts. He took this as a sign to move on, and slowly brought his hand from my hip to my cheek. His caress felt so good.
Why am I doing this…?
I brought my right leg up, running my foot along his muscular thigh. I felt his shiver of delight, and a swelling of heat built up in my chest. I felt I could burst. Sensing the change in my being, he gently pulled my face to his. His soft lips matched mine perfectly. There was nothing but the two of us.
Stop this.
I pulled away, gasping a little. I could hear his husky breathing in my ear. The smell of his cologne filled my nose. It was the scent I loved best on him. After a moment, he collected himself and began exploring my body with his lips. God, it felt good.
Please, end this…
He came upon the supple skin of my breasts, and I couldn't hold it back. A gasping moan escaped my mouth. My body ached for more. His kiss was soft, gentle, yet deep. He needed me as much as I needed him. Ever so slightly, his tongue touched the tip of my breast. My back arched as I brought myself closer to him. He wrapped his arms around my waist keeping the distance between us to a minimum.
Why…?
I felt rather than saw his face return to mine. "I love you."
Tears welled up in my eyes as the words I yearned to hear echoed in my mind. "I love you too," I whispered. Our lips met in the most passionate kiss I had yet experienced. I didn't want it to end.
Do I really love him…?
We broke apart, each of us out of breath, neither of us wanting to stop. I felt him nibbling at my earlobe. My eyes closed as I relished in the sensation. My hands moved of their own accord up his back and into his hair. His feathery locks tangled around my fingers, securing my hands in place. He reached his hands back to mine and brought them to his lips, kissing each fingertip.
I can't do this…
He wrapped my arms around his neck then followed the contour of my body down to my hips. I knew what was coming next. I felt the piercing pain as he entered me jolt through my being. A pained gasp rushed from my lungs before I could stop it. He paused, not wanting me to suffer. I couldn't think. There was so much pleasure in the pain. I brought my hips closer to his, allowing him to enter further. He proceeded cautiously at first, taking care to monitor my reaction. When no cries of discomfort occurred he began to thrust faster and more deeply. Our hips moved in synchronous rhythm. It was as if we were made for this.
The heat had been building up inside me, and I knew that soon it would consume me. I was gasping, unable to catch my breath. His deep, rough kisses kept coming, making it even harder to breathe. I didn't care. Finally, the heat erupted within me and I could not hold back my moan of euphoria. He finished shortly after that and collapsed on the bed beside me. We lay there together, trying to catch our breath. As suddenly as it had started, it was over. He leaned my way and wrapped me in his embrace. The sweetness of sleep was not far off.
What have I done…?