Burning inferno

I was desperate for him—every nerve in my body garaged to feel him inside me. I kissed him with the same intensity, my hand tangling behind his neck, his bulge pressed harder, more swollen, until he loosed the fight to hold back any longer.

With a swift motion, we fell onto the bed together, his hand exploring every inch of 

me.

He knew exactly where to turn, and every moment left me reeling, and just when I thought he would push in, he paused.

He aligned his shaft with my entrance, and I waited achingly for him to take me.

But something was off. I blinked my senses sharper, noticing the uneven rhythm of his breath and the hesitation in his torch.

'It's unlike Benjamin to rush things, no matter how much he wants me.'

I opened my eyes fully, focused on his expression. His gaze was once and full of desire. She looked confident, pitiful even.