I pushed the wet denim down his legs, kneeling to help him step out of them. The pure, unadulterated need on his face as he looked down at me on my knees in front of him gave me a surge of feelings I’d never in my life experienced before. I... I think it was a sense of feminine power. The knowledge that I was everything he wanted and more. Only with him. He was the only one who I ever wanted to make me feel that way.
