His tongue swipes against mine. I taste him, his own brand of taste that’s become as familiar to me as my own. I hear his heavy breathing, our skin as it comes together in quiet slaps. I hear my own heartbeat in my ears as our pace grows faster, our bodies tangling together.
I feel the glorious wave of pleasure as it rises through me, threatening to break me. But just before it takes me, it crashes to the shore, giving me a sweet, ebbing release that I feel down in the depths of my soul. And like the waves crashing on the shore, their waters pulling back into the ocean, I’m cleansed by his love.
Forever his. Forever his babygirl.