Page 121 of The Strength Of A Woman

Life feels different when you contemplate the loss of it. When danger lurks nearby.

I want to taste this man again, to make him come again. To feel him lost in me again.

So, I turn my face to him and tease his lips.

Crawling naked on top of him, I feel his erection.

He doesn’t waste much time, since he’s as hungry as I am, and rolls me under him, yanking away the towel.

This time, his hand moves between my legs as if going home.

He parts my thighs, grabs the root of his erection, and enters me like the entire move has become a part of us.

Carefully, he gauges my reaction the first time he does it. My reaction doesn’t fail to come.

It still hurts. I still bleed. I still want to do it again.

And then, he enters me at normal speed, with medium force. Not too hard and not too gentle either.

My frame jolts as he thrusts into me. He does it with passion. He does it with need.

He needs from me way more than I can offer him tonight, and I’m ready to deliver it. I’m just not ready now. My center pulses around him, as I lock my arms around his neck, and my mouth with his.

We kiss with abandon as he wants me to forget the pain created by his moves and enjoy the friction.

The friction feels good.

It increases the wetness.

It makes my core pulse with joy.

I never knew how it would really feel to have a man between my legs. I was a little scared of the idea.

I was paralyzed with fear at the thought that someone I didn’t want would enter me.

In this case, I want him to enter every part of me. My core. My soul. My mind. My life. I want him to absorb me into his being and never let me go.

I never have.

Some things you just know.

His grip on me is harder than it was before. It’s more possessive and unforgiving. I like every bit of it.

I like how he rams into me. He’s taking possession of me and chasing a feeling that’s still foreign to me.

Although I like everything about it, my chances of coming are practically null without him touching my clit.

I wish things were different. And maybe they will be at some point.

And then, he pulls out and makes me turn my back to him. He enters me slowly from behind, only half of him in, as he did when it happened for the first time.

His hand slides around my hip and travels down below my navel, his fingers following my slit before circling my clit.

Things instantly change for me, my body swiftly recognizing its favorite sex game.

His breath fans hot over my neck, and then he gently bites my shoulder, moving slowly into me.

This time, my pleasure spirals up from his fingers and the fullness between my legs, and I rock my body against his hand. Against his hard flesh.