The power is in your hand..

It was slowly before she sank, sitting on it, argument left... wild, arrogant, dangerous if not so delicious... her eyes closed of their own volition and he supported her movements... nothing was beneath them even as they believed nothing and no one above them, but this moment of want..

They didn't kiss, suck or do some kind of things this moment, but the feel of each other inside one another was enough... his hand tapped her face..

"Look at me",

hell, how'd he request that it was impossible staring at his face while he was making love to her...

she refused, "Do it". he reminded and she clutched his shoulder lowered her head and opened her eyes shyly... not gazing directly into his eyes, stiffling her moans even at that some left her lip..

when he inhaled and shut his eyes, it was a beautiful sight... she only admired him..

he twiddled his thumb, she had a wild unaffected scent that could knock a man straight off his feet..