Ahmir
I began to move again, a slow, deep withdrawal followed by an even slower, filling thrust. She whimpered, her nails digging into the muscles of my back, her body arching to take more of me. God, she was perfect. Every sound, every shudder, was a symphony composed just for me.
But then her hands, which had been clutching me, moved. They slid up to my shoulders, then to my chest, and with a sudden, shocking strength, she pushed.
It wasn't a rejection. It was a demand.
Our eyes locked. Hers were dark pools of renewed hunger, a flash of something wild and untamable eclipsing the post-orgasmic haze. A smile, fierce and possessive, touched her swollen lips.
“My turn,” she breathed, her voice husky with intent.
Before I could process the shift, she was moving, her body a fluid roll o
