As he reaches the hilt, pressed in as far as he can go in this position, he freezes. Lifting his head up a few inches, he stares into my eyes. “We’ve done it,” he whispers. “We crossed the line.” I know we should feel bad about that, but at this point, it feels like a relief. The damage is done. “There’s no going back now,” I reply with a smile. Pulling back, he grinds his hips forward, pressing slowly inside me as he says, “I like breaking the rules.”
