This morning was beautiful, with thunder rolling in the distance, a storm was brewing between the sheets. My hands moved over her olive skin and she responded ever so slightly. With her first moan, I grew firmer, with more purpose I explored her, her moans becoming more urgent and so I grew firmer. Her scent filled the air as she presented herself to me, I couldn't wait anymore as her warm velvet glove consumed me. In the scarce morning light I could see the curves of her body welcoming me with her movements. This is where we belong, no words, no distractions, just pure lovemaking, as if our nightly embrace would have satisfied our hunger for each other, it only stimulated it. The urgency drove me, her satisfaction motivated me, until I could finally let go of all I am inside her.