Chapter Two
As his fingers traipse the pathway of my hip, I shudder. He lies behind me being gentle—is he making amends? He lingers in the valley where my legs meet my torso, then journeys higher, cupping my right breast in his hand, squeezing so that I feel sensation downward, outward behind my skin. My cunt begins to jump, opening naturally, juicing in preparation. I part my legs, scoot my ass back into his crotch and suddenly feel him lunge, as the head of his prick pierces my s*x.
“Ah, yesssssssssssss, babe, f**k me,” I purr. He groans behind me. Seconds, minutes, a few more of consistent, colliding bodies copulating, we come together, muscles flexed, mouths agape, eyes remote. Orgasm floods exuberantly, washing away the sting of the recent night and returning the equilibrium to our
