There is so much truth and conviction in his tone, I'm not sure why I detect a but coming. All I know is I don't want to hear it. I want my heart to continue overflowing with the proof that he wants to be with me. So, I pull his mouth down to mine and delve my tongue inside, sweeping the cavern thoroughly, all while whimpering, flexing my womanhood around his s*x. How far I've come in only two intimate experiences—I'm already using my body to get what I want. I won't get used to doing so, but this time, it seems vital. "Please, I want to be taken hard," I breathe, tugging on his bottom lip with my teeth. "As hard as you can."
His chest is rising up and shuddering down, the smell of male sweat and testosterone teasing my nose. And when he hits me with a jarring up-thrust, I gasp in relief,
