He never had this, I remind myself. All of this is new for him. It makes it feel new for me, too. “El,” I groan, my legs around his waist. He grunts, meeting my tongue. I can’t speak again until he draws back. “I don’t want you to be with anyone else,” I say, my tone a little harsher than I intended, making my frantic words sound more like a demand than the plea they were supposed to be.
