He entered her tight warmth, feeling the familiar sensation of being enveloped by her love. He savored the moment, knowing this was something special, something he wouldn't forget. As he moved inside her, she moaned softly, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He looked into her eyes, seeing the desire and need there.
His thrusts became more urgent, matching the rhythm of their hearts as he buried himself deeper. She arched her back, her breasts pressing against him, her nails leaving trails on his back. It was as if they were two souls connected by an invisible thread, dancing together in a primal tango.
The room was filled with the music of their lovemaking - the slick sounds of skin on skin, the labored breathing, and the occasional muffled moan. He felt her walls clenching around him, signaling her approaching climax.
