The rain tapped against the window, thin and steady, a soft soundtrack to the desire that was building between us. I lay there, feeling the heat of your breath against my skin as your fingers slid along the curve of my waist. “You’re shaking,” you whispered, your voice low and husky. “With desire,” I replied, biting my lip as your lips slowly traced a path down my neck. Your fingers followed the line of my body, exploring every inch with torturous calm. My chest heaved with each touch, and my body ached for yours. My lips sought yours hungrily, and when we kissed, it was as if the world around us ceased to exist. Your hands pulled me closer, our bodies fitting together as if they were made for each other. The heat radiating from us made the room even hotter, and my skin tingled beneath your touch. My name escaped your mouth between moans, and each movement, each whisper, made me want more. When we finally gave ourselves completely to each other, it was as if time stood still. Just the two of us, between crumpled sheets and satisfied desires, while the rain outside continued to sing our secret melody.