She was looking up at me with eyes like caverns, dark, deep, and hiding a flame deep inside that could very well be the death of me. She had a seductive grin on her face as she sat on the mattress in the old motel room, looking at me and begging with just a glance. I knew what she wanted, and I knew what I wanted, completely different, yet exactly the same. She stood up slowly and put her hands on my waist, feeling the denim of my jeans and slipping her hands up under my shirt, running her hands up my chest and around to my back. She practically tore the shirt off of me, leaving my body exposed for her darkened eyes. She was a veteran of this warzone, she knew what she was doing, and how to do it, leaving me feeling like just another notch on her proverbial bedpost, but I wasnt going to argue. The night was young, and as our lips met I felt the fire rising in my soul, and I felt the primordial urges coming forth to break my gentle façade of chivalry. I lifted her up, bringing her hips to mine as she wrapped her legs tightly around my body, gripping me and holding tight with her arms around my neck. Her gentle skin against mine left me paralyzed to her will, as I fell back upon the bed, our lips still together as if they were lovers themselves. She was down to just her skirt, as I was just my jeans, her breasts supple and sized to perfectly fit my hands. I turned over, lying her upon the bed, kissing her neck and pressing into her with my waist, taking advantage of my arousal to make her realize what she had done to me. Her nails were digging into my shoulders, her arms running up my back to a point where she gripped so tightly I couldnt move. I slowly began to slide downward, my lips meeting her soft skin as my hands followed, caressing her lightly before moving on to her legs. I ran my hand down from her hip to her ankle slowly on the outside, then dragged my fingers slowly back up along the inside of her thigh, meeting her at the top. She was dripping with anticipation, and I could feel her trembling with excitement. I began to gently run my fingers up and down the sides, and meet in the center with my tongue, starting slowly and hitting every point she wanted. Her moans were getting louder with every pass, until finally I pushed with my fingers, and slid inside quickly, plunging deeper inside her, my lover if just for tonight. Her skirt was still on, as were my jeans, but they wouldnt be much longer. I reached with my other hand and unlatched my belt, as well as the button containing me, and released myself. I slowly moved up, and pressed against her just enough to make her moan, and look at me with eyes begging to make us one. I pushed and felt her tight around me, forcing myself in bit by bit until I was completely within her, her screams of pleasure reverberating through the room. Her legs were wrapped around my body, as I moved back and forth, hearing her begging to change, to move faster or thrust harder, and did just as she wished, with her nails in my back and my teeth in her neck. I felt like I had attained a sense of heaven as I moved within her, our heartbeats synchronous, our breaths in tune, we were like an orchestra of passionate fury. I could feel her body tense as I pushed deeper, her breathing shorter, and finally, with one final thrust, she screamed out, her body bent in pleasure as we found ourselves in the climax of our encounter, where time stopped around us for that split second, as both her and I bent for the grand finale of our orchestrated encounter, the point where we fulfilled ourselves and each other, collapsing to a heap as our lips met again, still together as one. We came apart and lied together, bodies entwined in a mass of heat and release, breathing heavily and staring in to each others eyes, her eyes like caverns, dark, and deep, with a prevalent flame. It was that moment that I knew, those eyes would be the death of me.