“Dahlia?” “Yeah.” The word comes out in a pant. He doesn’t speak right away, and I look up to find a playful smirk on his face. “Just checking to see if you need my big dick.” As I laugh, he pushes inside me. All the air leaves my lungs. “Are you okay?” He stills. I nod and bite my lip. He studies my face, gauging the sincerity of my words. “I’m okay,” I say. “Really.” “Breathe.” His lips brush mine.
