THERESA
“Keep going. Don’t stop,” I said, needing more.
He obeyed, pushing himself inside to the hilt. I let out a satisfied cry. I savored each movement, each brush of his hips along the inside of my thighs, each hot breath that fanned across my face, each groan from his own pleasure. No detail was missed. At some point, it came to me that this was in the middle of the best s*x of my life.
“Harder,” I whispered.
“I want this to last,” he replied, continuing his steady, paced movements. “You feel so good. If I go any harder, I won’t be able to hold back.”
“Don’t hold back,” I said. I wanted it to last too. But my body and mind were not my body and mind in that moment. I’d been possessed by a need that outweighed all rational thought. I couldn’t rest until that need was fulfilled.
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