He shifted his hips and his eyes never left my face when I came apart. I cried out, as my body bowed and arched beneath his, but my cry wasn’t for my physical release. It was for an emotional release I didn’t quite understand. He watched me as every cell in my body flew apart and then came back together. Only I didn’t quite come back the same person. Something had shifted. Something had cracked open in me and it felt like a million butterflies were pouring out of my chest. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed, watching me. “Please join me,” I begged, not sure what I meant.
