“Are you okay?” I whispered, cupping his neck with my hand. He looked like he was in physical pain, as he clenched his eyes shut and moved inside me. “Gerard?” “Yeah.” Nodding, he kept his eyes closed. “Keep talking.” “Talking?” “Your voice.” He released a pained groan and buried his face in the curve of my neck, hips still thrusting. “I need to hear your voice.” “Why?” “Because I need to know it’s you touching me.”
