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I’m not sure I even want to

I kiss her, and I swearstanding on that state cha now Every tialaxies, co their way intoexit She isn’t a way out of all the fked-up stuff in my head and ger and better than I could ever have i to say No dirty words to tease her or push her I don’t need to tell her what I want or ask her to do the sa inside her that I can’t even think of anything else

There’s nothing I want more than exactly what I have

When I pull out and push back inside, her hps rock up to meet me Her hair is fanned out around her on the bed, and her head tips back, her eyes closed I repeat the ainst her so that she feels just as good as I do

I lose track of ti the e ainstlike I alanted She coorgeous than the first tiain and sit back on hs, and I watchher I watch the way her body takes me, and the way she tenses and writhes each time I slide out I press a thuasliding ain, and I know she is when she digs her heels into my ass

I slareedy She stretches her arether and pushing her hands down into theto adjust to the way ed itself around her, and now it see to happen It’s iirl like her I’m not sure I even knohat love is It’s certainly not a word I have , but I refuse to believe anything could be bigger than this, than the way I feel about her

"Never," I tell her "I’ll never get tired of this I need you to coht around me And I need your eyes on irl what I needed instead of what I wanted It ht be the first time that distinction has ever been is happening in my head and heart aren’t all on me I dip my head and close my lips over a rosy peak, and she arches, her sto to spend a whole day devoted to her brsts I want to spend days with every part of her

I pick up the pace, and every time I push deep, she makes this tiny little sound, her lips curved into a circle Her nails bite down into the back of my hand, her back arches, and she clenches around ainst hers, and her breath pants out overit’s almost painful tears down my spine, and my vision blurs as I co stretches on for so long that I think I’ That it can’t possibly be real, and then her hands are on ht trying to lose and find myself in her all at the same time, and she keeps up with in to hope

For the first ti about what comes next, not what’s hot onon my door, and I barely have time to pull a sheet up over Dylan’s nad back before Torres pokes his head through the door

"Dude, you’re gonna be--whoa Sorry, man"

Dylan wakes up and starts to roll over

"Get the fk out, Torres"

He closes the door with a quick snap and then says through the wood, "I was just gonna say that you’ll be late for practice if you don’t get a "

I look at ot to set it last night

"You’re late?" Dylan asks sleepily