Між шепотами та простичухами... Я пожирав його без контролю

The desire began in silence. My fingers followed the path that his gaze marked. My lips parted with a soft moan as my hips moved slowly, with suppressed hunger. I touched myself slowly, with passion, letting the fire rise. Everything was so intense that I couldn't contain myself: I gasped, I arched, I imagined him on top of me. There was no control, only overflowing pleasure and a body surrendered to desire.