Nothing compares to her. To us. And there aren’t many things in this world that could make me stop indulging in her—especially when my fingers are busy exploring her, seeking out the heat of her sex—but the moment her breathy, desperate assurance reaches my ears, I freeze and pull back because I need to be looking in her eyes when she repeats herself. When her unexpected revelation mocks me for thinking that this moment of fitful passion is something special, something that only belongs to us.
