Physical Euphoria...

She laid next to him.
Her body molded to his.
He wrapped his arms around her delicate figure. Absorbing her energy.

Heart beats echoing through finger tips.

Synchronized breaths, bodies heaving simultaneously.
An unbearable yearning.
A mutual lust.

His words glided through her ears, the authenticity of his accent like an orgasm in her ear drums.

Peace. Indulgence.

Silence. Comfort.

Finally at rest in a world in upheaval.
Finally at terms with their bitter hearts.

She faced him.
Heart racing.
She rested her head upon his shoulder, her arm on his chest.
Losing herself in infinite expansions of pupils and irises.

She stretched her neck up, nibbling his ear lobe gently between her teeth, her legs tangled up in his.

She placed her finger on his lips, letting the warmth sink into every crevice of her desire.

She turned his head towards hers and pursued his lips like a treasure hunt. "X" marks the spot.

Her body cringed with lust. An unbearable anxiety of anticipation.

She leaned up, letting her body slide on top of his, slowly, patiently.

Her lips already craving his.
She slowly leaned forward and barely, gently, kissed him.

She sat up. Grabbed the bottom of her shirt and slid it slowly off of her body, tossing it carelessly to the side.

Temptation, irresistible temptation possessed her body. She slid against him, up and down slowly, passionately.

She paused. Reached her arms behind her back and smoothly unhooked her bra, her breast exposed to his eyes.

She resumed rubbing up against him, letting her body sink into his. She grabbed his hands and slid them over her breast, guiding his hands in circles. She tossed her head up, her hair falling against her bare back. She leaned forward again, firmly pressing her breast against his body as she slid down to his belt, ripping it off with a savage like insistence.

She slid off her skirt and her panties, throwing them in a similar direction of her shirt and bra. All that remained was her bare body on top of his. She got up on her knees, pulling him up by the collar of his shirt, She kissed him again. He threw off his shirt, and unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to his knees. She turned around, reached behind her to grab his hands, and slid them over her body. She let go of his hands and leaned forward, he crawled up behind her, running his hands down her thighs and up her hips. He pushed himself up against her, she threw her head down, raising her back end higher in the air.

Persistent, she grabbed his hands, pulling him against her, and rested them on her thighs.

Finally her anticipation was satisfied. She felt him inside of her thrusting her back and forth, her breast jiggling with each motion. She encouraged him to push harder go faster, the penetration euphoric. He pulled out and pushed it in even farther, forcing a shriek of overwhelming sexuality out of her. He worked faster pulling out and pushing in even strong. She could hear his breath increase, still in sync with hers. She couldn't restrain the power that was growing inside of her, she let out small moans, trying to suppress her sexual excitement. Her body more aroused even more as he slid in and out of her. She could feel it coming, a moment of sheer ecstasy.

He could sense her excitement and worked faster, harder, hands wrapped around her hips, thrusting, pushing, pounding all pent up desire into her faster, faster, until she felt every dimension of herself pulse with an unimaginable pleasure, her body overflowing with satisfaction, all expectations exceeded. The orgasmic sensation of physical euphoria. Her heart beat skyrocketing. Her mind lost in a trance of satisfaction.