Chapter 55

He kisses me hard, grinding into the crease of my thigh and pelvis, lifting one of my legs to wrap it around his waist. I hold on to his shoulders for dear life, moaning into his mouth and begging incoherently for anything he can give me, desperately rubbing myself against his flesh. Friction, I need friction!

“I want you so badly. Can I have you? Let me have you.” Tim, grinding harder, leaves my lips and attacks the crease between my neck and shoulder, sucking up a mark that will be spectacular tomorrow.

Breathing heavily, I reach for the lube and squeeze some onto my fingers. Finding my hole, I press into the opening, slowly moving in and out with one finger then two. When Tim realizes what I am doing, he sits back on his heels and shoves both of my legs back against my chest, the better to watch me work my hole as I move into each penetration.