That Night We Were Untouchable

I remember that night so vividly, my heart racing as I undressed before him. His eyes lit up with desire when he saw me in my lingerie, the air thick with anticipation. He pulled me towards him, our lips meeting in a desperate kiss, tongues dancing and teeth grazing each other roughly. We fell onto the bed together, bodies entwined, hands exploring every inch of skin. He entered me from behind, his thrusts deep and hard, hitting all my spots as I arched back against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside, our moans echoing in the room. His fingers found my clit, rubbing it fiercely until my orgasm crashed over me, squeezing him tighter. He kept going, his breath hot on my neck, and then he followed with a long, drawn-out groan as we lay there, hearts pounding together.