There was nothing like being inside Esme. She was tight, fitting him like they were custom-made for each other, hot, soft. When her hips lifted, pushing him in farther, pleasure sizzled through him, and those instincts he’d thought he didn’t have fired to life. He pulled out and thrust back into her with a harsh groan, out, in, faster. Holy fuck, sex was good. Sex was fantastic, ten thousand times better than jacking off in the shower, a million times, a billion. And he knew it was because he was with Esme. She made everything different. He was so glad she was his first.
