“Yes. Always.” I dug my fingers into his butt, trying to bring him closer, but still he resisted.
With his mouth at my ear, he sank an inch into me. “When your other boyfriends were inside you, did you wish it was me f*****g you?”
“Yes,” I confessed. “Every time.”
“Tell me.” He pushed a little deeper inside me before retreating again. He was such a damn tease. “Tell me what you imagined.”
I closed my eyes, lost in both the memory and the reality of him. “I imagined we’d meet again and when you saw me you’d realize you’d made a mistake. You’d get me alone—a bathroom, a closet, sometimes an elevator—and you’d be overcome with desire. You’d lose control and shove me against the wall. You’d push my clothes out of the way and take me right there, hard and fast.”
He let out a low, primal gr
