Craving

It's more than fingers curling over bedsheets and dilated eyes; Hands held together over head, Liquid gushing between the thighs. Air thick with desire, quickened breaths compete; how will he leave his mark on her, how does she tame this heat? It starts off slow, but always grows; a craving that's so primal, she's barely left composed. Her eyes meet his and then he smiles; she revels in pleasing him, there's nothing more worthwhile.