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With him, my sounds are hoarse and free, I don’t seem to hold back words of pleasure and it’s co andfrantically and I’

Three fingers plunge intoover outside It’s pleasure so intense it hurts Or ood, and that I have to either give hiash both of these scenariosthe h for him to unlatch his lips fro all of h for hi he’s ever seen

My body quiets and his kisses slow until it’s just the small slide of his lips over mine I taste like him and he tastes like me

Ansel leans over the side of the bed to pull a condom from the pocket of his jeans "Are you too sore?" he asks, holding it up in question

I’m sore, but I don’t think I could ever be too worn-out to feel him I need to remember exactly what it’s like The scattered shrapnel of ht I don’t answer aloud, but I pull hi my knees at his sides

He kneels, brows drawn as he rolls the condoth I want to pull out my phone, take pictures of his body and his serious, focused expression I need the pictures so I can say,See, Mia? You were right about his skin It’s as smooth and perfect as you reme with urgency

When he’s done he places a hand by uide himself to me The moment I can feel the heavy press of him, it occurs to me that I’ve never felt so impatient in my life My body wants to devour his

"Coain A torture "Please, Mia Just for the suroans in frustration and pleasure as he slowly pushes inside I lose my breath, lose my ability to breathe or even care that I need to, and pullto feel hi me forever He’s heavy, thick, so hard that when his hps e of disco h roo has ever felt so good

I’d tell hied my mind, I’ll come with him, if I could find words, but with his arms braced besideelse It’s unlike everything else The slow, solid drag of hih towill end at soentle warm-up, his eyes on mine as he pulls out slowly and then evendown to slide his ue over his teeth, and he jerks forward, sharp and unexpected, I hearin hi thrusts of his hips

I don’t really kno ured out what I need, and he see it to s, and already I know that when I co I’ve felt before I can hear his grunting breaths and my own sharp exhales I can hear the slap of the front of his thighs against the inside ofin and out of ers or ain and again and again

Lola was right last night when she teased about hoould be with Ansel and me: it ismissionary, and there’s eye contact, but it isn’t precious or soft-focus the way sheat hi

The pleasure cli into a flush I can feel spreading across my cheeks, across my chest I’ so faster, and harder, so hard he has to hold my hps with his hands so he doesn’t pushlips and my brsts that bounce with his thrusts The way he fks ht body feel voluptuous for the first ti and nothing comes out but a cry for more and yes and this and yes and yes Sweat drops from his forehead ontoso hard, holding sofor er and deterht there

Warhout my body a split second before I fall

He sees it happen He watches, as, I’ hi his ass to pull hi his shoulder, spreading es him I can hear the sheets pop away frorips theh that the headboard cracks into the wall

"Oh," he groans, rhyth, "Here Here Here"

And then he opens hisoverthe bunching definition of his tense posture, the curve to his spine as he stays as deep as he can I shift beneath hi my sith his

Ansel pushes up to his elbows and hovers overinside as he presses his palood," he says against ood, cerise"

And then he reaches between us to grip the condo it off He drops it blindly in the vicinity of the bedside table and collapses besidehis left hand down his face, across his sweaty chest where it coold band on his ring finger His stoed inhale, jerks with each forceful exhale

"Please, Mia"

I have one last refusal in me, and I squeak it out: "I can’t"

He closes his eyes and ain