Mikhail
Natasha was curled against my side, her head on my chest and our bodies still sticky with sweat and s*x.
My hand traced lazy patterns down her spine, enjoying the softness of her skin. I could still feel the phantom grip of her p***y around my c**k and I could still taste her on my lips.
The guilt was already seeping in like poison. What the f**k had we just done? We were sober this time. We were completely aware.
We had torn each other's clothes off and f****d like animals, knowing exactly what we were doing, and it had been even better than the first time, which somehow made it worse.
"This can't happen again." I said quietly into the darkness.
Even as the words left my mouth, my hand slid from her back down to her thigh, stroking the smooth skin there.
My body was alre
