Time stretches. Like the shadows playing across the wall.  A minute becomes an hour. An hour becoming four. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters.  She slowly opens her eyes. Allowing time to adjust to the diminishing light of the room. His body is tight against hers. She feels the minutia, each nerve ending of her skin like a door that has been cast wide. The sensations course through her and are almost too much; his foot rubbing against the sole of hers, his cock coming to rest against the crack of her ass. She feels him. And him her.

He becomes awake once again, his virility a gift of youth and the presence of the naked woman lying beneath. Raising himself up he is suddenly inside her. Slowly. Ever so slowly. Just the tip has penetrated. My god she is so wet from their previous sex. She thrusts back to try and capture him completely, but he retreats at the exact same moment. A sensual ballet of the erotic. He tries to tease, to deny her the full length of his cock. But she smiles to herself knowing that soon the pleasure will be too much and he will come all the way inside. He will have to come home.

She squeezes her muscles giving him a hint of the pleasure that lies within. Just a little deeper then. She raises her hips while simultaneously gripping the sheet with both hands. She wants him, all of him. She craves the feeling of him penetrating her so completely, as if reaching down to her very soul. As if sensing this, he thrusts, hard. Deep into her. His lock to her key. Deep into her. His pelvis rests on her ass. He doesn’t move. My god, my god. The waves of sheer electricity are sending her back to the primal thing that takes over during their sex. Her body shakes uncontrollably. They have become one once again. A cry escapes her lips. His forehead rests on the back of her head. He is inhaling her scent. Taking her in just as she is taking him. Taking her in and locking her away. This animal thing.