“I didn’t mean to yell.” He begins to stroke me, his hand creeping toward my center. I grab his wrist before he can start fingering me, a spike of panic shuddering through me again. “It can’t just be me,” I rasp. “We both need to be in it. I need you inside me. I can’t be on my own.” Dom holds my gaze for
This level of hangup over a single parasexual encounter is giving me the ick. This is the grossest sex scene I’ve ever read
