After a few months of illness and recovery, I have finally regained enough energy to be creative. I have started back working on my current story and would like to share a small sliver  – a lovemaking scene, of course. Just a couple of paragraphs, but it is a start to writing again and I can feel my enthusiasm, creativity and ideas bubbling to be expressed.

He did not stop, nor did he quicken his pace, but held me in torturous pleasure, between the wish to savour him deep within, and the need to move faster, to escalate toward the ecstasy waiting for us. Would he hold me in this place of conflict indefinitely?

Could he?

I opened my eyes and found myself locked in his intense gaze, unable to look away. He was watching me, fascinated as my responses to his slow thrust and teasing withdrawal played across my face: relief as he thrust deep and paused; impatience as he teased me with the friction of his movement.

Slow, agonising pleasure…