Zara
I smiled before my eyes even opened.
His arm was still around my waist. His leg is still between mine. His hard chest pressed against my back.
His c**k, semi-hard, rested against my ass like a silent reminder.
The ache between my thighs made me press them tighter.
Last night returned in a slow, burning wave, His mouth between my legs.
His fingers dug into my hips as he held me open.
The low growl in his throat when I moaned his name.
The way he whispered, “I’m not pulling out. Not tonight.” The stretch of him. The depth. The wildness.
His hand fisting my hair as he growled "Take all of me."
The way he moaned when I clawed at his back.
His voice breaking when he whispered "I’m
never pulling out of you again."
He meant it. He hadn't.
I bit my lip and rubbed against him ag
