I let out a deep breath, as I landed my back on the bed. I gazed up at Davis, who was smiling down at me, looking pleased with himself. "That was massive," he complimented, and I nodded in agreement.
I couldn't deny that Davis was good in bed. He had known exactly how to touch me, how to make me feel good. But as I lay there, I couldn't help but compare him to Remington.
Remington was on a whole different level when it came to s*x. He knew exactly how to turn a lady on, how to make her panties get wet. He was so good, so skilled, that it was almost unfair to compare him to anyone else.
But Davis wasn't bad either. At least he was better than Jerome, my ex-boyfriend. Jerome had been a disaster in bed, always fumbling and stumbling around like a clumsy teenager.
Davis, on the other han
