She was quiet – some may carelessly say, she was a wall flower – yet he saw something, a glance, a want, a passion and a need.
She took his hand and followed him home.
He was rampant and turgid. Quivering, he came urgently – it was fast, sudden powerful and dramatic. She was lithe, sensuous and desirable. He awoke a torrent within her, like a cascading river gushing over softened boulders. She gripped and held him inside as she rode his raft until her waters stilled. They stayed united until she felt him stir anew.
She wanted more.
