18. Who are You

My movements are beastly as I continue fucking her fast and hard with my eyes blazing red and a newfound hunger. She finally breaks away from my kiss and looks up to me. Her eyes widen, but to my surprise she’s not scared out of her mind like she should be. She tilts her head sideways examining me quizzically.

“Your eyes.” Her hand goes up to my face again almost lovingly like she’s entranced, like she can see past the facade of a beast, like she’s falling hard just as I have. She should be concerned. She should back away, but she doesn’t. It’s almost as if she’s intrigued. Instead, she wraps her thighs around either side of my head surprising me again and opening her body up to me even more allowing me to go deeper, a challenge I will gladly accept. This woman… I think she is made for me. They way I’m feeling right now is indescribable. I never want to come down from this high that she provides.

Seconds later our orgasms collide simultaneously exploding over the edge like an endles