Letting go of my wrists, he slid his fingers down my shirt, and just the second he broke the kiss and breathed in the air, his fingers worked delightfully quick. In one quick motion, my shirt was torn apart, leaving me in nothing but my bra and shorts.. With the tempo that we started, I don't think they would last long either. I found myself breathing in a sharp breath as my hands slid down his chest, and with just one step I managed to guide him on the side and push him on the bed.. I don't think that my brain functioned other then the fact that every part of my colorful mind screamed for more.. I began to strip down my shorts, and he seemed to take in every little inch of me as I climbed on the bed on top of him and let my body take over. Our lips connected in a quick kiss, just enough for me to pull on his shirt. His touch seemed to leave a mark of electricity as he slid his hands down my waist. He straightened up just enough for me to pull his shirt over his head, and in one swift motion unhooked my bra. Before I knew it, with that same speed as before, he had me turned around and on my back. When I looked at him, that famous smirk of his stretched his lips telling me that he was the one in control. That was a night of many quick and brief moments.. Moments where my body registered perfectly, but my brain chose to ignore them, push away all the thoughts, making the pleasure greater. I was attracted to him with the kind of heady trance that left me lightheaded, and it was our bodies that spoke, not our feelings.. My eyes rolled closed when his lips once again connected with my neck, and feeling of his hands roaming all over my body left me completely breathless. Whenever he kissed me I tasted that sweet taste of whisky, and got reminded that this was only a brief moment of true desires.. I seemed so lost and overwhelmed that I was no longer aware of our actions.. My bra was gone, soon my panties, my skin burned, and like flashes of a old camera, I only came across a few realizations.. Our hands worked just like planned and soon there was only skin, deep breaths and long kisses that left us craving for more. It was a game that we played but oh he... He knew how to play so well. He had control over my whole body with no effort, whispered things that made my heart rapid in my chest, and left me whining for more.. When he pinned my hands right above my head and held them effortlessly with one of his, I felt completely exposed to him, and he took his time to explore every inch of me with his eyes, then his fingers, then his lips.. His lips moving just against my skin as he left a separate wet kiss on each spot from my lips, my neck, my chest, my breasts, my stomach.. I had never experienced such excitement, such tingles in my stomach, throughout my whole body.. But at the same time, I shut off like never before, and perhaps that's why I enjoyed it so much. No thoughts, no emotions, just sex. His hands pulled me downwards, pushing my legs further apart as he got closer and closer between them.. When he left a few kisses down my thighs I felt like my heart had stopped. He teased and played every inch of me, and my body was starting to shake for him to give me a release.. And no matter how much he loved playing this game with me, no matter how much I wanted to win, he was already there.. Already winning. "So fucking perfect," I remember hearing him say, before he brushed his fingers against my most intimate parts, at first uncomfortable, but feeling the excitement, the loss of breath that suddenly took over me, let me push all of that on the side and give into that pleasure. He touched, rubbed, kissed.. Oh God. My eyes rolled back, and my whole body arched. He knew every sweet spot on my body, and used it in a way that left me panting and whining for more. So close. The strength of what was building was staggering. Mind-blowing. It felt as if my body was going to be blown to dust, atoms, when this hit. If he stopped, I'd cry.. Cry and beg. His fingers only moved faster, and my breaths followed that rhythm. And then that pleasure building inside me simply exploded, every muscle drawn taut. My toes curled, and my own voice muted in my ears. I just knew that a second passed, two, and I felt him close to me again.. My lips were parted and my whole body still shook, but with his lips connecting with my neck, his voice soon in my ear, I thought I completely fainted. "Shh, baby, open your legs for me," I heard him say, even though my legs were already parted, he just pushed them further. I knew that my hands were in his hair the whole time, and at some point, I felt him once again pinning them tightly with his on both sides of my head.. I remember myself breaking the kiss with a moan when he effortlessly entered me, so deep inside me, I was once again left breathless.. It drove us both wild.. For the first time I felt so overtaken, panting and groaning for more, yet getting exactly what I wanted. For the first time my body seemed to shred into millions of pieces when that pleasure hit.. So unbelievably real. I couldn't get enough of him. My mind was exhausted from that day, but it was shut down in moments like that. I didn't want to sleep. I wanted the pleasure, the ache. I wanted him in me the whole time. His weight on top of me, his skin against mine.. With each second that passed I needed him in further and further. I wanted to feel his lips against mine, his hands holding mine.. I was lost. Completely lost. With each beat, each brief moment as that pleasure built stronger inside me, he felt deeper in me.. I got on top of him. I'd never done it before. And I couldn't believe it.. But my body spoke on its own and I was doing this. I thought I would have more control, but he only felt bigger in me.. I'll never forget it. I thought it would make me in charge, but it only made me fainter.. Weaker as the pleasure got bigger. He loved it. I held onto his chest, but I knew my body could barely hold me when this hit.. When it did, my eyes shut closed, lips parting for more air, and my back arched so easily. I let myself go, my hair loose and falling over his shoulder.. In that moment, he went mad, bucked, and let me have it.. Own it. Own that moment where my body seemed to go to dust, every atom seemed to part in millions of pieces. My eyes were closed for a few seconds, but when the throbbing between my legs became fainter, when the bones on my legs started feeling solid again, I felt myself coming back to reality.. His arms were wrapped around my lower back, his lips against my neck, and no track of a near end in our breaths.. He held me tightly against him, taking control once again, and tightening his grip around my lower back as if he was trying to hold me in place. Even if he wasn't, I knew my body felt so overwhelmed that I wouldn't be able to move.. The sheets underneath our bodies seemed softer, the air thicker, the pleasure stronger with each second that passed.. His lips would softly graze against my slender neck, his nose tickled my ear, and my body seemed so effortlessly vulnerable to each of his moves.. That night, I gave in. I lost myself, and I loved it. I didn't think, and neither did he. It was a moment of weakness, a night of lust, and movements that repeated, but only till the first light peeked.. No meaning, no feelings nor emotions. Just pleasure.