I’m chanting his name, rushing toward the place only he’s taken me before. My knees hitch higher and his hand slides over my leg in a caress as he holds himself above me with one arm. “Fuck, Allie, you feel so good. Too good.” He rocks into me again, hitting that spot a little harder, making me spasm around him. “I want to make it last.” Harder still. “But I can’t wait.” Oh God, that spot! “I’ve got to make you come.”
