To All the Men I’ve Loved Before
To Daniel …
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There I was, on my back on the low, round, wooden table — my skirt around my waist, my tank top askew, revealing the part of my breast not covered by his hungry mouth, a full curve of visible ivory. Wet all over and shaking with desire, I was vibrating almost hard enough to knock him off, or so said the half-formed thought that swam confusedly towards a crack in my consciousness. When he entered me, hard, I thought I was going to pass out as I came and came, screaming with my lips tightly closed.
Up, up, up, his mouth blazed a trail of fire as his cock pumped into my tight and squirting cunt. When he got to my neck, I arched my back and pulled him down to me, hard by the hair, telling him without words to bite.
He complied with a growl — locked into me, demanding surrender, shrinking my world to the immediacy of the space he created for us. The intensity built upon itself; I attempted to wriggle back a little; he put a forearm on my neck to hold me down, effectively blocking any escape.