Last Night's Wild Ride

I can still feel her skin against mine, the way she moaned into my neck. We started slow, just teasing each other in the dark, but then she flipped me onto my back and climbed on top. She was straddling me, moving slowly at first, grinding her hips with a rhythm that made every nerve ending come alive. Then she leaned down, her lips brushing against mine as she whispered how much she wanted to take control. I surrendered without hesitation; the sensation of being inside her, feeling every muscle clench around me, was overwhelming. She reached between us and stroked us both in unison, making my head spin. I cupped her breasts, fingers digging into soft flesh as she rode harder, faster. We were breathing heavily, sweat mingling on our skin, raw, primal lust taking over. Suddenly, she pulled away just enough to look at me, eyes smoldering with desire. Without breaking eye contact, she adjusted the angle and I felt her hit that spot deep inside; it was my undoing. She rode out her own orgasm too, collapsing against me as we both gasped for breath.