There was something about the way he was hitting every thrust. It felt different and strange___in a way that was beyond my mere thoughts. Above all, it was so good as though this was the first time in ages since we both made love.
He kissed my nape differently, sucked my nip differently, own my body in a whole different way, hugged my skin firmly like he couldn't get enough of him.
The way his eyes stared down at mine and the way he cupped my face in his palm, stroking my cheek in the most romantic way possible. The way he wallowed in my sweat, moving in and out in a rhythmic pattern as the breeze that was blowing but failed to hit us.
The way his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head when he moaned out my name. The way he lowered his body on me and kissed the side of my neck repeatedly.