She lies on the soft bed, her heart racing as she anticipates his touch. He enters the room, his eyes locking onto hers, filled with desire and affection. Slowly, he approaches the bed, his steps deliberate. He climbs in beside her, his warmth enveloping her. They embrace tenderly, their bodies pressed close, their hearts beating in sync. His hand travels up her thigh, stopping just short of where she aches for him to touch. She arches into his touch, her breath catching in her throat. Their kiss deepens, a mixture of passion and longing. He whispers sweet nothings into her ear, making her shiver with delight. The room is filled with the sound of their love-making, their moans of pleasure mingling with the rise and fall of their bodies. The act itself is an intimate dance, a fusion of souls and senses. As I walked down the street, I realized it was raining.
