Chapter One-Zero-Six: Lost

He hasn’t moved, not yet. He merely pierced through me with his shaft and held his position as my entire slit wrapped around his flesh.

For a moment, it feels as if my entire body has convulsed in ecstasy…and yet, my orgasm does not come; even with my toes curled and the floor beneath us wet with the spilt moisture from our potent arousal, nothing.

My body maintains its needy high, which causes the burning sensation in my core that makes me crave more—more friction, more pleasure, more…

His hips roll back, then swing into me again, and while a loud moan escapes me, I want him faster.

Each time his shaft leaves me, the pressure in my lower abdomen lessens, and I anticipate his delightful fill inside me because his thrust grinds into something within me that threatens to buckle my knees.

As if his neediness matched my own, his thrusts into me picked their pace without my request. With each rock of his hips, his constant grind of the special place magnified a bubbling sensation that