I notice the immense satisfaction in his gaze, not only because my legs are locked around his waist. But because we feel good together.
And I make him feel good.
That little thing might mess things up big time.
And I can’t wait.
It’s surely the state of high I’m in talking.
With his delicious smile, he tips me over, and I jolt against him, moaning to my heart’s delight. Pulsing around him while he slams hard into me.
Soon, I’m flooded, and he keeps moving, flashing a smirk that makes me weak.
Only for a moment.
This is only a lost battle, an entire war waiting for me.