The child appeared in my mind like a shield and a wound at the same time.
I kept Justin on his knees as the golden morning light hardened into midday glare. The neutral sensitizer continued its merciless work, every nerve in his body singing with amplified torment. His thighs shook violently. Sweat rolled down the hard planes of his chest and abdomen. His c**k hung heavy and flushed between his spread thighs, leaking in thick, rhythmic drops that fell onto the sheets with soft, obscene sounds.
I straddled his lap and sank down onto his throbbing length in one slow, claiming glide until he filled me completely. I stayed buried deep, clenching around him in rhythmic pulses while the image of our son rose between us like a living flame.
“The child appears,” I whispered against his ear, beg
