“You smell like coconuts and summertime.” He dragged his nose against mine and inhaled sharply, his eyelids fluttering. Inserting a third finger and thrusting hard, he continued to rub my clit, drawing me closer to the edge. “You have no idea how hard it is to be in the same room as you and not touch you, hold your hand, tell everyone you’re mine.” Yes. This was what I needed, wanted, craved. These words, this passion emanating off of him in volatile waves.
