Forbidden 143

She liked the scent of his breath: it was mixture of two common vices, yet it only made her want him even more. He kissed her slightly on the forehead, followed by her nose, her cheeks, then her supple lips. Her lips were burning, and so was his. The kiss ignited their feelings and soon took them to paradise.

His fingers ran through her skin, and for every touch she felt the electricity. She held his hair tight as he kissed her neck, and down to her breasts. In the dim light she looked at him and thought he was a baby, hungry for his mother's milk. She moaned and yearned that he would not stop, only to feel the cold air when his lips parted her nipple.

Where did he go? He journeyed down under. He was eager to taste her juice, which, at that moment, was at the perfect ripeness. He loved the way she tasted. It was as if he was born again. He sucked deeper into her womanhood, and he heard her moans become louder. She was calling for his name. She wanted him badly. And he wanted her as well.

It was the perfect moment for them to become one. He spread her legs wide and began his first thrust. His manhood was hard as a rock, and when she felt it insider her, she was full.

In the bed they seemed to dance. Their moans were the music, and rhythm was felt with every bump and grind. They seemed to be in a faraway universe, and together they shared a moment that will forever burn in their hearts.

Then he felt the urge. He looked at her eyes and saw the courage. With another thrust he released everything, and thus, they felt content.

Sunshine woke up her eyes, finding him sleeping soundly at her bosom. For her, it was the most beautiful sight. Quietly she reached for her phone, but the ring caught her attention.

The ring reminded her of a promise. She still wanted to fulfill the promise, if only she made it with the man sleeping in her arms.

But she already belonged to someone else. They both belonged to someone else.