Because I need this. I need her in my arms the same time I’m in her grip. I need the subtle scent of lilac mixing with the tartness of her arousal. I need to hear her beg me for more, convincing myself that the longing in her voice applies to more than just sex. I need her to need me. “Please. I’m so close.” Nails scrape along my scalp as her hips rock, seeking the pleasure she knows I can give her. But is pleasure all that she wants from me? Still, I can’t deny
