Rounds and rounds of sex they were having and each round was more blissful and pleasurable than the other. Every time he touched it drove her crazy and you wanted more and more. There was nothing that she would not give only to be touched by him, to be held close. The feeling was of another world. The time they spent together was the best.
She waited for more, she yearned for more. There was nothing that could pull him away from her hut the sword of the supernatural was still dangling over her head.
