Page 59 of Hooking Up
Better than anything has felt in a long, long time.
It's sharper. Clearer. Nothing is dulling the experience. Not booze or opiates or nerves.
I feeleverything.
And fuck—this is a hell of a case for sobriety.
That's not going to fly at NA, but I don't care.
It's what I want.
Every second of anticipation. Every burst of pleasure. Every ounce of satisfaction.
"Fuck. You feel so good." He nips at my neck as he drives into me. It's hard. Steady.
I rock my hips to meet his movements.
It pushes him deeper.
It makes him groan.
"Fuck. Iris." He wraps his arms around me.
Moves harder.
Faster.
"Walker." I squeeze his waist with my hips. Press my fingers into his back. I need to hold on somehow. To keep my body locked with his.
He drives into me.
I rock against him.
Our groans bounce around the room.
My breath gets heavy.
His too.
Every thrust fills me with deep, pure pleasure. I have to close my eyes. To dig my nails into his skin. To soak in every ounce of it.
I pull him closer.
He drives harder.
Deeper.
Groans my name into my neck.
I do the same with his.
Walker. It sounds good on my lips. And the way it makes his breath hitch—
Fuck.
With his next thrust, I go over the edge. Pleasure spills through my torso. I groan his name as I come.
It makes him hungrier. Needier.
