I dip into the peaks of lust with him, and drown in the creation of our love. Soaked and folded in ways God never intended, my mouth burns with his kiss, hungry for more of him. His body is my breath, filling me, resuscitation. 

The windows fogged with the scent and screams of us, droplets of wetness evidence of the messiness we created. The radio playing, the winter waves roaring in the background. My mouth bites his, his mouth tears into my nipples. My legs wrap around his hips holding him closer to me, binding his skin to me. His sweat drips to my lips and I swallow the drops of him. His blue eyes stare down at me with amazement. 

My ass spreads in the palms of his hands, wide and delicious with the fill of his cock. I bite my scream and let my body enjoy him. What’s done in his name, is done in love, and nothing says love like his cock dripping in me.