He touches my wet folds, sliding in and out of me before I feel his c**k nuzzling my p***y. Moaning, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and wind myself as close to him as I can. His arm slides over my back and pulls me into him.
When he thrusts inside me, my eyes flutter closed. That’s the last moment of delicateness before we both fall apart. We share one long, shuddering breath—and then he f***s me harder than he’s ever f****d me before. He f***s me as though he’s trying to expel dark forces from my body. As though he’s trying to purge us both of something.
At some point between the intense thrusts, I stop thinking. I forget about the politics at play between us or the fact that I left a whole life behind when I climbed that fence. I forget about my best friend’s wedding and my dead t
