Edge of Glory

The first kiss...slow, seductive, tentatively searching. Kisses that deepen becoming more urgent with need. Breathlessness ensues.  Bodies intertwining demanding more. Clothes rapidly discarded. Her legs open pleading for more. The sweet bliss when two become one. Bodies rthymically moving together. She's on the edge of oblivion. He makes love to her body fucking her intermittently. And she cries out-baptized by pleasure. Again and again he takes her there. And it is only once she's thoroughly satisfied does he finally succumb to his own pleasure.