She was pushing her hips back against me every bit as hard as I was thrusting to get inside her as deep as I could. It didn’t matter what either of us did to make it happen, apparently. It still wasn’t enough. She wanted more pain. She wanted the intensity. She wanted me to make her feel. I wanted to know if I could do what she needed. I wanted to know if what she needed was something I could provide. I stopped moving entirely for a second. Were those thoughts about sex?
