I didn't move, I breathed as slowly and as deeply as I could. Maybe I had an hour, an hour and a half or even two, I really didn't know, but my body was already crying out for me to change position. I challenged him, I brought him to this and now I didn't know how to act. My muscles were tensed, my pulse was highly accelerated and my thoughts were all disordered. It was as if half of my head was a youth party, and the other half was a madhouse. In both scenarios, my state of confusion was due to his presence.
I was nervous and happy.
I felt his hand spread out on my belly, posing with a certain force as if he were somehow depriving me of moving a centimeter or showing me that he could unhinge me with a simple caress. I felt stupid because, in the club, I often asked him to give me more,
