brushed my own mental hands down him and breathed, Can you fuck me in here, too? That wicked delight faltered. Went silent. The stars and darkness paused, too. Then undiluted, utter predator answered, It would be my pleasure. And then I didn’t have the words for what happened. He gave me everything I wanted: the unleashed pounding of him inside my body—the unrelenting thrust and filling and slap of skin on skin, the slam of our bodies against wood. Night singing all around us, stars sweeping by like snow. And then there was us. Mind-to-mind, lain out on that bridge between our souls.
