I don't want him to look at me another moment. Loving as he is, he'll stop if he sees any more fear. She laid her mouth back on his. His eyes slid shut and she reached down, grasping his s*x gently and rubbing it against her lushly wet folds. Panic threatened to overwhelm her.
This is Michael. I love him. I want this. I've wanted it for so long. The words repeated in her head like a mantra as she moved into position above him and lowered herself, trying to feed his erection inside. Her body resisted his penetration.
No! Why can't this just be easy? Sheridan wanted to throw up with tension, but she persevered, pressing harder, and suddenly the resistance gave way and Michael's s*x plunged deep.
Sheridan released his mouth at the surprising sensation. Of course, it didn't hurt, fraidy cat
