We rushed.
Passionate, warm
Hot, sticky
Kisses
Needy hands grabbing
For anything
Mouths losing control
As they tasted the sweaty skin
There was no stopping
The pleasure I felt
When he ran his hand
Lower, lower
Groan
A satisfied smile on his
Sensuous lips
As I arched up to him
He bowed his head lower
Giving something of pain,
of love,
of passion
I was screaming
But I don't remember it
Only him
His mouth
His hands
On my sweaty body
Rough
Fast
Sweaty
Sticky
Sirius.