She had been waiting..

Smudged eyes, and the dungeon that is craving for an intruder.
Touching herself feeling her breasts getting fuller, preparing herself for exploitation
Holding the sheets between her legs she is yearning for her man to take her out of this misery…
And just then, in a room burning with passion and hunger
He enters, looking as sane as one can get. Asking for a light.
She pulls herself together, walks towards him.
Every inch of her silk is slipping away and the smoke around fills her up
"You have been gone for so long, I was waiting." He had nothing to say,
She wished that the lights around would go dim, but that wasn't really bothering now.
She had been waiting for him, he had been tired and needed to lay down.
Holding him gently, guiding to the bed. With his head on her lap and hair falling on his face
As complete as a man can ever be.
But she had been "waiting", doesn't matter if he was tired.
Slightly revealing her bosom to him, tempting him. Closer to the face
He could now feel her lashes on his cheeks and the warm nakedness
Still pleasantly aroused but still not there where she had been waiting to see him,
Guiding her fingers through his chest, slowly unbuttoning him while her lips still pressed on his
She was now taking control, because he had surrendered to her mad love, her insatiable appetite.
Moving on top of him, he could now feel her stiff nipples on his chest. It was getting longer now.
Brushing his hair with her fingers, she kissed him. Very hard. Almost bit his lower lip.
Reciprocating with all that he had left. He was just adding more fuel.
After all, she had been waiting…real long.
She couldn't wait for him to undress her, so she did it herself, and helped him too.
It was no longer passionate, it had become a fatal craving. The moment they felt their warm skin against each other
All sense of reality was lost, but isn't that what she wanted.
Her skin so smooth, making him want to slide on her curves.
Feeling every flaw and perfection by the tip of his fingers. Kissing her gently, passionately.
But with every touch, she grew wilder, even harder to tame. She bit his lip again.
Toes rubbing together, hands wrapped tightly. So tightly that she was leaving marks on him.
Sitting on her knees now, feeling him growing inside her. Like a goddess, readying herself to bestow a divine experience.
Moving rapidly, backwards and forwards. She dives back, seeing him in pain, excites her.
Inspires her. She had been waiting for so long.
She couldn't let go. She wanted more. So much more. He couldn't offer.
But she squeezed out all that she could've.
Ride of a lifetime.
He was tired than ever. And she was satisfied, though a little flame was still burning.
Such thirst is hard to quench, especially when you had been waiting.