That Night We Broke Every Rule

I was at my partner's place after a long day of lectures. The air was thick with tension and desire we hadn't acted on in weeks. She undressed me slowly, her eyes never leaving mine, until I stood there naked, every inch exposed to her gaze. Her hands glided over my skin, sending electric shocks through my body. We started off gentle at first, but the intensity built quickly. We moved to the floor, and it was rougher than usual, both of us craving something more raw and unrestrained. She straddled me, grinding against me in a way that left no room for restraint or hesitation. I pushed her down and entered her from behind, feeling every muscle tense as she arched into me. The night blurred together with whispered dirty words and desperate gasps. Every thrust was harder, deeper than the last. By morning, we lay tangled up, completely spent but exhilarated, whispering promises of doing it again.