Their lovemaking steered between moments of tenderness-with David above her with such love on his face that he looked like he was in pain-and raw, hard sex that made her cling to the handmade oak bed frame so David’s thrusts wouldn’t send her off-balance, flying onto the floor as he pounded her from behind.
The sounds they made were part song, part call and response-from gasps to screams to whimpers. As their sounds mingled with the other night noises drifting through the open window, with her dripping perspiration and the damp scent diffused inside the breezer in the room, Jessica felt like one of the creatures outside, unashamed in the wilderness, doing what God intended creatures to do.
From My Soul to Keep by Tananarive Due
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
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