I was thinking about the times we made love.
A pain filled my chest when the memory of your gentle hands on my body made me believe that he loved me. The way the wild need shining in your eyes made me feel like the most desired woman in the world. The way he encouraged me to explore his body, to explore my own desires, made me feel more woman than ever. I wasn't a virgin when Frank had se*x with me for the first time, but there was so much I hadn't done or experienced until him.
The memory of the first time in his bed, when he finished bringing me to c****x with his mouth and got on top of me. I expected him to enter me, but instead, he rolled us both backwards.
"I want to see you ride me, Lola. I want to see you chase pleasure."
The idea of him watching me was embarrassing, but he gui
