I’ve never come from fucking.
But the orgasm’s crawling up with its fangs out.
I can’t keep it together,
my body’s an addict for him.
His fingers coast up my spine,
slip through my hair,
and it’s unzipping me open,
pullingme deeper into him.
My blood goes hot,
my hands go numb.
I’m shaking my head,
even my body can’t believe it’s happening.
“Oh my God,”falls out of me.
My body gives out.
His hand’s on my ass,
gripping it hard,
pinning me against him,
matching every grind as if he’s inside my head—deep, possessive.
Our breaths pound into each other’s mouths.
Same rhythm.
Same fucked-up symphony.
Sharing the same fucking high.
He knows I’m losing it.
He knows I’m scared of it.
For once, I don’t want to hold back or disappear.
I want to fall. Right here. With him.
A cry scratches up my throat. “Andrew?—”
He swallows my moan.
And in that second,
it’s like everything stops.
