He laughed, low and rumbly, so I pulled him by his shirt so I could kiss him again, and he laid me down on that bed and made short, short work of me. Before long, he was on top of me, inside me, thrusting deep and sure, kissing me, holding me. I felt every shudder of his restraint, every murmur of lips at my throat, my ear. Every pulse, every heartbeat. I felt it all.
