Her head arched back. She writhed. He pulled her arms behind her back and held both wrists in one large, strong hand.
'Tell me what you want.' he whispered as he unbuttoned her blouse. His voice was low and powerful. She felt it hum through her body. Down her spine.
She tried to be defiant. She tried and she failed.
"Tell me." he said. His hand found her breast. Her fingers found her nipple. He squeezed."
"The bed . . ." she almost shrieked. "The bed. Please."
She felt sore. Battered. Wonderful. She ached deliciously. Every muscle in her body relaxed. A silly grin crawling across her lips she didn't think would ever go away.
Sara could still feel him on top of her. Inside of her. Her neck was raw where his stubble had rubbed. Her wrists felt tender where he'd pinned them above her head.
She lay there and remembered every sensation. Every thrust. Every grunt. Every wonderful, wonderful scream.
But mostly she lay there and remembered his eyes. Deep and brown and focused so intently on her. And the smile on his face when she tensed and shuddered and called out his name.
"Again, again, again" she thought. "Dear god, let me see him again." www.whycantyoujustbeaman.com Teaching Men how to Please and Tease Women.
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