“Allie,” he rumbles through gritted teeth. “I’ve thought about this. So many times. About the feel of you around me.” There’s so much of him, I feel full already, but he keeps pushing, retreating and then giving me more. “The taste of you coming on my tongue.” “Vaughn!” “Fuck… you saying my name just like that. I’ve dreamed about it.” And then he’s as deep as he can go, holding against that straining boundary as my body grips and clings, grasping at him with needy clutches.
