Luis dips his fingers inside of me, continuously making me weak with his service. I hold on to the drawer of the dresser as support, while he is behind me, his other hand supporting my weight, while he continuously whispers in my ears—calling my name and asking me to release around his fingers. I did. Multiple times. Until my knees are too weak to even stand up straight.
After washing each other in the small shower, we take the physical intimacy into the bed. Our grunts, which sound like howls, fill the entire room. We are both drenched by a mixture of our sweat and our fluid, but none of us care. Our limbs entangle into each other, every time we breathe to take a quick rest.
I am really glad that pills work on us too. Else pregnancy will be so real and I am not ready for that.
“Rhian…
