Carnal lust.

Are the only words that I can think of that come close to describing the feelings coursing through me.

It’s beyond anything I’ve ever experienced in my previous heats and more.

To say I am being drowned in plesure would be a one way to put it, but even that wouldn't fully define the feeling.

The lust that I feel emitting from him is just about enough to brings me to my knees, and almost does.

In fact, if it wasn't for him supporting majority of my weight I'd be on them.

"Are you ready for the next part?".

The sweet sound of his voice in my ear sends a jolt of excitement to what’s to come, I don’t even notice that I’ve been swept from my feet and the doors been unlocked until I feel myself hit the bed with a thud.

But am I really going to let this happen?

After all the walls I’ve bordered up to prevent this moment from happening? All the hatred I’ve gathered along with reasons to accompany?

In the back of my head I hear a tiny voice saying you shouldn’t be relishing in this but unfortunately I feel myself quickly drifting away from it.

When he crawls into the bed I can barely keep myself in control, my hands are all over him before he even has a chance to reach for me.

I’ve never felt like this and to say I want him is a understatement.

The needed kiss I yank in is desperate and hard, and isn’t satisfiable only once or twice.

In fact it’s endlessly needed, and as the kiss deepens I start to forfeit the fight for dominance.

But I don’t stop with anything else, instead I start to focus my attention on other things like removing our clothes.

Pants and shirts are thrown without a care of where they land, and once discarded I let my hands roam.

Starting from the top and working them down. From feeling his rapid heartbeat to abs until I reach the elastic of his boxers.

The slight hesitation that stifles me into realization of what’s next causes me to open my eyes and see him looking at me.

Panting heavenly I look at his face and the hungry expression I see isn’t what hitches my breath.

It’s the bright, striking, golden yellow colored eyes that do.

They’re so breathtaking, and filled with excitement.

It honestly takes all my will not to get entranced by them. But with a look he prevents it, causing me instead to rivet my eyes downward.

Although we’re both hard and ready to go you can tell I want more by the dampness of precum on my underwear.

I really don’t want this to end and that thought must transmit to him as he reaches to stroke me with my boxers on.

It isn’t until the third stroke however that he decides to make direct contact.

The feeling of him just touching me is enough to make me moan out his name, in which he responds with a growl.

"Touch me too."

Say less.

Skipping over the formalities of introducing my hand to his member I jump right into his boxers and attempt to copy the rhythm of the strokes he's given me.

“Faster.”

That’s the newest word to come out my mouth and he quickly obeys.

When the speed increases I release onto his hand and let go of him from the impact.

Breathing heavily I look at him through my bangs and discover him tasting his fingers.

Usually this would turn me off but the satisfaction on him turns me on again and I feel myself start to stiffen.

I want not only more of this stranger but all of him, I want him inside me.

But reality isn’t that sweet as foretold.

Because before it goes even further it halts.

"We should stop."