*Jay*
And she is. Almost as ready as I am. Every muscle in my body is tense and vibrating. My heart pounds so hard that I think it might actually burst. I love having her beneath me, the silkiness of her skin, the velvetiness of her womanhood. I want her so badly that it’s a testament to my control that I’ve not yet taken possession. As my finger glides into her, I feel the tightness.
“I may hurt you after all,” I murmur with regret. I hate to cause her any form of pain. She is so small compared to me.
“I don’t care.” She skims her hands over my chest and back, as though she can’t get enough of touching me.
Every place she touches mourns when she moves on to give her attentions elsewhere. My body is screaming at me, screaming for me to have her now. To take her. She is wet, so very w
