Character: Pick your own
Rating: R for caution and bodily fluids
Disclaimer: Tolkien owns Middle-earth… but he may not want this bit!
Muscles bunched hard and shivered with the strain, heaving convulsively to contain each urgent thrust – not yet, not too soon, slower... slower. Sweat trickles to make slick skin that tingles rosy and warm with exertion. A pause to breathe, to gasp for air, a short respite before plunging onwards, lips stretched taut in a grimace of pain that holds back the almighty urge to scream aloud.
Almost complete, almost there, one more powerful thrust to overbalance the world – and then collapse down in tangled limbs, exquisitely exhausted in that birthing of love and desire.
“Hold me” you whispered... and I did.