A Little of Both

I wonder if I love him...
or if it is just lust.

He motivates me, inspires me, makes me want to try new things, makes me brave where once I was scared.

I wonder if I love him...

Is it love that makes my body respond ? Makes me ache for him, want him, quiver and clench just at the thought of him taking me ?

I can feel him enter and fill me, inch by hard velvety inch.

Burying himself in me as he sweetly, hungrily claims me...

and I welcome him, open for him... Slippery, soft, inviting...

The throbbing heat of him joined to the receptive clasp of me.

This is where I belong. Doing this. With him.

Every sense is attuned to him, and we move, our rhythm easy, connected, our breathing becomes gasps, sweat beads our skin.

He thrusts and my hips answer. He groans and my voice merges with his...

Moans of pleasure, reassurances of "oh god, yes, yes, yesh, ohhhhhhh" fulfillment, even as his luscious hard-on drives me to yet another orgasm.

Slow and deep, tantalizing me, teasing me.

I beg, beg for more, whimper, plead, and he smiles with masculine triumph as he does just what his body unerringly knows mine needs.

He's always known how to touch me. He just does. Inside and out.

So, I don't know if it is love, or if it is lust.

Sometimes, I think it is both... and unnecessary to choose.