It was a one-night stand. One dark, secretive night of trembling bodies.

I still don't know his name. The darkened room, the twisted sheets. He traced a path from my neck to my chest, barely touching my skin. Fingers clench my nipples. A cry of pleasure escapes my lips and is immediately lost in his melting gaze. Just this night. And us.

He pushed me onto the bed. Darkness thickened around me. The springs creak softly, and he presses his whole body against me, pressing me into the mattress. It felt like the room was filled with silence. The heavy breathing, the beating of our hearts-unnoticeable symbols of passion. Drops of subsided rain falling from the roof are like the rumblings of thunder in this silence.

He grips my wrists with one hand and pulls my arms up. His hot breath burns my ear and creates a wave, an unbearable wave of pleasure, an electric current that travels down to my lower abdomen, following his lips. Reaching her breasts, he pulls away. A click. His hands no longer need to be held, they're chained to the headboard.

His tongue circles the aureole of my nipple, driving me crazy. I crave the touch. Playing with me. With his fingers, he repeats the game with the other aureole. Slowly and unbearably. The unexpected touch of his tongue pierces, and I arch up sharply. I can't hold back a moan as the teeth sink lightly into the flesh. My bones seem to melt inside.

He pulls away, and an exasperated growl escapes my lips. But suddenly his fingers are down there. I arch my back, unable to bear the touch. The handcuffs dig hard into my skin, but I don't even feel them. With the pad of his thumb, he caresses my swollen clit. Slowly he inserts two fingers into me. The moan is like a scream. He lets go of my clit and begins to fuck me hard with his fingers.

I arch my back and pull my cuffs to the limit. Just when it seems like pleasure is about to tear me apart, he enters me with his cock. My mind fogs up, I hear a scream and realize it's mine. Hard, fast, swift.