Chapter 21: Gina

"Tell me to fucking slow down, tell me you want to enjoy me for a bit longer," he demanded, but I didn't care about slowing down. I wanted him more than I ever wanted any man. His shirt went flying across the room, and I was fighting to get his pants down.

My hands were shaking, my pulse pounding in my ears. This was happening, and there was no going back. Once he was only in his boxers, he grabbed my arse cheeks and carried me over to the cabinet by the wall. Moments later, he was pushing all the stuff off the top and then set me there instead, situating himself between my thighs. He fit perfectly, and I was never so sure about anything in my entire life.

"Let me see those fantastic breasts," he said, and my bra fell to the floor. He started moulding them with his fingers, and I arched my head backward, gasping for breath. He pushed them together, then his mouth joined, and I was panting loudly.