Caught Up in the Moment with a Stranger

I met him at a bar last week, an unexpected spark between us. We exchanged numbers and agreed to meet again. Tonight, we're alone in my car, parked behind some trees under the moonlight. He reaches over to kiss me, our tongues tangling passionately. I undo his belt, freeing his thick length; he reciprocates by sliding down my jeans. In the cramped space of my car, I lift my hips as he guides himself into me, so deep and hard, the heat consuming every thought. My head is spinning from the raw intensity, breaths quickening in a tight rhythm with him. I feel so full, wanting more, needing to take it all. Afterward, we lay there, hearts racing, wondering if this fleeting connection could be something deeper. Is it normal to crave such unexpected passion?