You go at each other like rabid animals.

Without a word you walk simultaneously one towards the other.
There is nothing anymore to say.
She leaps and you grab her by her waist, surprised by her lightness, and the she's sprawled on the bed, your mouth watering at her navel, trailing up as you unsclasp her bra.
Sarah's body is ripe, sweet.
The coarse texure of her jeans brushes against you erection.
So glad to be naked now.
Movements get hectic.
You dive your face between the warmth of her bosom as you ear her pants rustle and cling on the floor.
There's too much of her, and you want it all.
You hands finds her knees, raise them, push them down against the bedspeard and then you're in.
She's hot. Tight. Quivering.
Her nails plunge into your flesh, as your cock does in hers.
Frantically your bodies clap in the muffled silence of her room.
A jasmine aroma coming from the fresh linen mixes with hers.
You suck eagerly from her tit, bite it.
Harder, until she squirms.
Her kiss is soft, her lips juicy strawberries, her breath ragged.
So is yours.
Fingers entwined together, you dash into her like a breaker.
A tidal wave, filling her, overflowing and rampant, leaving you only an unsconscious castaway, washed ashore on her heaving chest.

"Err ... John? Are you ok?"

You turn your face up, meeting Sarah's pristine green eyes, sweeter than you rember.

"Yeah ... Are you?"

"Yeah ... it think. It was ... really something ..." She sighs, seemingly lost in her toughts.

"Was I too rough? Did I come too soon? Did I ..."

Now that you think of it, you have also just come inside of her, but she doesn't seem mad like you would expect, her heartbeat is calm against you skin.

"No no, not at all, I mean ... you were good ... and I'm on the pill, if you're wondering ..."

"... but?"

She sits up as you roll to her side, gazing on her naked body, lush paragon of feminity.

"I'm not used to do it like that ..." She says that with an innocence you find disarming.

"So ... was it bad?" You ask scratching the back of your head.

"No... It was just..." She pauses for a monet as if she's looking for the right words deliberately avoiding your probing gaze.

"I'd say it was different..."

"Different how?" You say, biting your tongue right afterwards.

Suddenly you become aware that your insecurities risk to ruin something beautiful, yet unexpected, that has just happened.

"I suppose I'm still trying to figure it out ..."

"Maybe I can help with that ..." You grin.

Sarah stares back smirking, playfully puzzled.