He groans as my fingers brush his skin. "Legs around me."

I nod and wrap my legs around his waist.

He lowers his body onto mine. His lips brush my neck. His chest presses against my breasts. His cock nudges my sex.

One inch at a time, he slides inside me.

Mmm.

He groans into my neck.

I dig my nails into his skin. Pull him closer. Deeper.

It feels so good, his body pressed against mine, him inside me.

Better than anything has felt in a long, long time.

It's sharper. Clearer. Nothing is dulling the experience. Not booze or opiates or nerves.

I feel everything.

And fuck—this is a hell of a case for sobriety.

That's not going to fly at NA, but I don't care.

It's what I want.

Every second of anticipation. Every burst of pleasure. Every ounce of satisfaction.

"Fuck. You feel so good." He nips at my neck as he drives into me. It's hard. Steady.

I rock my hips to meet his movements.

It pushes him deeper.

It makes him groan.

"Fuck. Iris." He wraps his arms around me.

Moves harder.

Faster.

"Walker." I squeeze his waist with my hips. Press my fingers into his back. I need to hold on somehow. To keep my body locked with his.

He drives into me.

I rock against him.

Our groans bounce around the room.

My breath gets heavy.

His too.

Every thrust fills me with deep, pure pleasure. I have to close my eyes. To dig my nails into his skin. To soak in every ounce of it.

I pull him closer.

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