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I’ around I shiver when I feel the war over my nipple He rubs his erection up and down my slit

As he delicately pushes himself inside of me, his mouth crashes onto my nipple He sucks and pushes and I’ he does is like he’s paying ho at the temple that is me His hands caress my arms, his kisses land on ry for his kisses His strokes inside of me are still slow and methodical He ainst hi to make the pace quicken Deep down, I know it’s that I want him to take me Fuck me I want hiet fro

But he isn’t He’s in control

I’ them around him, but he maintains his control I don’t look at hi the need I aainstme It’s sweet and soft

"Fuck me" I whisper It’s desperate I have a need

"I am" He says softly

I open s in the air and pounds me

"Like this? You want this? Goddaood" I like it when he talks

His body slaet lost in the thrusts and the pressure He bends forward, pushinghis body against ass and collapses ontoyou?" He asks

I lick ood way"

"Holy shit, Sarah" He’s breathing in h, "Yeah"

"I think I alain He pulls out and cli That was rin at him, "I used you back Don’t worry"

He shakes his head, "You’re different than I ever iined you would be In every way" He tosses the condoe and pulls on his boxers and collapses next to irl I irl who had the attack at Chicken Lou’s, to the girl who threw up in e can, to this You have come so far That therapy really worked"

I shiver and crawl under the blankets "I don’t want to talk about it"

He blushes, "Sorry You’re just surprising ers up and down irl? God you’re so beautiful"

I shrug Mostly out of disco so much

He ht back"

He leaves the bedroos away I have no one to talk to I have to s the feelings and forget them I tell myself they’re just leftovers

He comes back in after a minute and crawls into the blankets with o sooing on in Los Angeles I need to go there this weekend You could come with me"

I look at him and hate myself, "No I need to train and I have school"

He kisses my cheek, "Okay I won’t push it It took alet you to here We can take it slowly" I press my face into his cheek

He strokes ?"

I griood for a journalishs, "How the hell do you fail creative writing?"

I ers in my eyes, "It’s harder than you think smarty pants The prof hatesa minimum of fifty times Which I think is insane It’s poetry It’s the fruit of the reener than I’ve ever seen theh and shove him, "A poem is based on the emotions you have at thataway the raw e that’s not authentic to that moment"

His eyes widen, "Well, well Look who is deeper than a puddle"

I open my mouth in offense, "Hurtful"

He rolls his eyes, "You never leton his pants and running from the room

I sit up and wait He comes back after a couple minutes with two trays He places thee, bacon, eggs and fruit and coffee in to go cups I smile On one plate the pancakes have "Happy Birthday Sarah" written on them I sit back on the bed and pull the covers up to cover ured since you didn’t want to go to breakfast, we could just have it here"

I srins and climbs on the bed to eat his, "I don’t feel sweet after earlier" I roll ets my hint that I don’t want to discuss it…ever

"Can we do dinner tonight though?"