Yet, as exhausted as I might be, it seems I cannot relent. Unable to give in, powerless to succumb to the ailments of our passion I keep moving inward and upward. Sampling the heart stopping jerks, the moans and jumps of her body as it reacts to the way my hips slap across the zenith of her thighs. Her warmth, her tightness forcing me to call out as she continues to sheath me inside, slapping her ass against my hilt before lifting her hips back up and extracting me once more.

"Mmmm... yes... yes," she calls my name once more. Her sultry, airless voice rasping around the bedroom as she traces her nails across the back of my firm ass cheeks. I can feel her hands sweeping under me, pushing me further, deeper into her with each passing thrust...she wants me harder, deeper... every inch I can muster, ever centimeter I can give, she wants to feel herself around it.

Yes... please... please," she cries, her hands roaming up the sides of her body, as she arches her back into me once more, raising her arms up over her head, her fingers tangling into the long, damp locks of golden hair. "Yes... harder baby, harder," she gasps to the quickening of our lust for each other, her enticingly round breasts dancing to the pace of our yearning, slapping faster and harder up against her chest, quickly becoming nothing more than a shallow blur of taut round flesh, bouncing before my eyes.

"Yes... yes, I love it," she gasps sharply, shrouding her body back over my own, her lips cascading down the side of my face, lashing across my earlobe before tracing the outline of my ear with the tip of her tongue. "Give... give it to me lover," she grunts hard into my ear. "Lov... lover?" I question only to myself as the word beckons like a distant cry through my mind, the pace of our bodies continuing to slap against each other as it builds with every passing second, allowing the jagged bliss of exhilaration to fill us both with the grand desire of release.

"Lover," I whisper, thinking of her soft erotic voice in the mere second, "does that me she loves me?" I question, wanting to know the question before I explode into her, before every inch of my body goes up in flames. "Do...do you lo," I manage to ask, unable to say the last two words. Even when like this, pounding into her in such a way I still cannot find the courage to put my heart fully on the line. "Do... do you," I ask once more, her erotic pleasures tearing through my every restraint, as I try to ask the question, try to know the answer before releasing my all into her, yet still I falter once more. "Do you want it all?" I gasp hungrily, fervently.