He turned over putting me on top this time. I was bouncing on him like I needed to prove something. Like the last two years had been some long, cruel buildup to this moment my thighs shaking, body soaked with sweat, the feel of him bare and hot and deep, no barrier between us. No protection. Nothing but skin on skin. Finally, we could feel everything. The heat. The stretch. The pulse. Every slick slide. Every ridge. Every twitch of him thick and throbbing inside me.
