“We’re gonna fall—” Sparks burst behind my eyes as he drops my legs, pushing our hips flush together and rolling. He keeps his arm banded around my waist to keep me in place, and I come almost violently this time as he lands on his back, impaling me as deep as possible with me straddling his hips. Now, it’s his head hanging off the cliff, and the water rages below, waiting to claim a victim. “Ride me,” he says, clutching my hips so tight that I know he’ll leave bruises.
