I Was On My Stomach

We had barely done anything yet. But I already felt like he was pushing me to my limits. I did not know this type of thing someone could do. The hotness, the sweet torture, and the warm breathing in the secret place- I did not know they existed. 

My heart was crazy. I heard some words. He was saying something though it was more like he was mumbling to himself. I could feel the heat of his body, but I did not know where he was. Was it because the colours had vanished and the darkness emerged once more? 

I wanted to see him, talk to him and touch him. I wanted to call out his name. But something was wrong with me. I could not reach out even when I wanted to. 

I could just hold out my hand and I could touch him. But what was wrong with me? Why could I not move at all? It was like I was bewitched. I felt he was looking at me and for some reason,