“Consider this a part of it,” he says while grinding his erection against me. My core thrums in excitement, but I want to be sure this is what he wants. “Are you sure, bub? We don’t have to, I know earlier I said—” He cuts me off, pressing a finger to my lips. “I need to be inside of you, love. Can I?” He asks, the question making me love him even more because, despite his needs, mine always trump his.
