Kneeling over her, he held her pelvis firmly against the floor. One hand pinned her wrist above her head, while the other traced a slow, deliberate line down the valley between her breasts.

He seemed in control, but in truth, she owned him. He was completely lost in her—immersed in every breath, every subtle shift of her body. She could stop this now, with just a word, but she didn’t. Instead, her gaze invited him closer, drawing him deeper into her green eyes.

It wasn’t lust that consumed him—it was love. A gentle, paradoxical love. His body, solid as steel, pinned her in place, yet inside, he felt free. As free as a child running across an endless meadow, where only the horizon marked the boundary. A space where stress, responsibility, and time dissolved into nothingness.

Her lips parted slightly, her breath quickening. Beneath the smooth skin of her neck, her pulse raced, and he could feel the heat radiating from her body. His cock rested against her lower belly, achingly close, the tension between them electric. Both could imagine the ecstasy of him plunging into her, but they lingered, savoring the anticipation.

Slowly, he released her arms, his fingertips grazing her eyelids, gently closing them. His hands came to rest on her abdomen, rising and falling with her breath. She exhaled, his touch sinking slightly deeper. Vulnerable, she thought. How often do I let anyone touch me here?

His hands slid lower, gripping her lower back, and a soft moan escaped her lips, unbidden. The sound wrapped around him, tightening his desire.

How long had they been like this? The thought brushed the edges of their awareness, fleeting. The golden light of the afternoon had given way to blue dusk, and the streetlamps outside flickered to life. Through the open window, the faint hum of autumn rustled in with the cooling breeze.

She felt the heat of her desire pooling between her thighs, her body pleading without words. He moved lower, releasing her hips, and pressed his weight against her, his body melting into hers.

He kissed her cheek—softly. Then her neck—slowly. His tongue traced the curve of her jaw, sending shivers through her. Her eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping as her back arched into him. The tip of his cock grazed her clit, teasing her, and his hands slid over her breasts, pausing just long enough to feel her heartbeat through her skin.

Life is a strange phenomenon. It begins and ends in a million places at once, each of us just a fleeting glimpse in infinite existence. Yet in moments like these—in love—we step outside the endless cycle of beginnings and endings. For a heartbeat, we stop playing the game.

“Fuck me,” she murmured under her breath, her voice trembling, barely audible through her moans.

He paused, lost in her. In this moment, there were no masks, no rules—only rawness. They weren’t bound by what they were allowed to feel, nor constrained by what they usually suppressed. Together, they allowed the universe to express itself fully through them, no constraints, no limits.

“Fuck me, please,” she repeated, louder this time, the words cutting through the silence.

He hovered over her, his weight pressing her into the bed, his breath warm against her ear. Her trust enveloped him, and he let it guide him deeper into this shared vulnerability. His hand gently covered her mouth, while his other pinned her nose for a brief moment. Her pupils dilated, her chest heaving as her eyes widened. She surrendered completely, trusting him with every fiber of her being.

Slowly, she felt him pressing against her entrance. Her body stretched to receive him as his cock began to part her folds. His deliberate movements made her shudder, each moment prolonging her anticipation. She couldn’t breathe, her eyes growing glassy, her head flushed red as her body quivered.

And then, he released her. She gasped, her lungs filling with air as he plunged into her, hard and deep.

“AAH!” Her cry echoed through the room, unfiltered and raw.

He pulled back and thrust again, harder this time. “AAA—AH!” she moaned, her body arching beneath him. Her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, her heels digging into him, demanding more.

Again, he drove into her. Each motion was primal and deliberate, his control slipping as he gave himself over to the moment.

Time dissolved, the world outside fading into insignificance. Their bubble of connection held them captive, every thrust a wave crashing against the boundaries of their shared reality. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer, and their movements quickened, their breaths merging as one.