Chloe
My heart skipped a beat.
Shit.
That was f*****g hot.
Even after coming, after that toe-curling release, my body still pulsed with need. I wasn't done, we weren't done. I rubbed my soaking wet c**t against his c**k again, shameless, greedy for the friction. It felt too good, and addicting.
And maybe I should’ve been embarrassed, maybe the old me would have been, but with Alexander, I was someone else.
So no, I wasn’t surprised by how I moved, or what I wanted. I was thrilled. I was learning what my body could feel, what it could crave. And I was going to make use of every damn second of this.
When his c**k pressed against me, thick and hot through his pants, I bit my lower lip, stifling a moan. That pressure made the ache in my core throb harder. But it was his eyes, God, thos
