Way too good at this.
It defies explanation.
But then logic isn't all that interesting at the moment.
I…
He…
His thumb finds just the right spot.
"There," I breathe.
His groans fill the room as he drives into me. As he rubs me right where I need him.
He's bringing me all this pleasure. And it's making him groan. And he…
Fuck.
His name rolls off my lips.
It makes his groan lower. Louder.
The tension in my sex builds with every thrust and brush of his thumb.
It winds tighter and tighter.
"Harder," I breathe.
He digs his nails into my thigh as he drives into me. Harder. Faster. Deeper.
Mmm.
A few more thrusts and I'm there.
All that tension winds tighter than I can take. Then everything releases.
A wave of pleasure rocks through me.
My sex pulses. It pulls him closer. Makes him groan.
I moan his name as I come.
My grip on the sheets releases. My arms go slack.
"On your back." He pushes me flat on the bed.
I spread my arms. My legs. Arch my back.
He places his body on top of mine. One hand on my hip. The other on my shoulder.
With one quick motion, he drives inside me.
The weight of him pushes me into the bed.
It feels good. Safe. Comforting.
It's just physical. Just sex. It doesn't mean anything. You're never going to see him again.